Текст песни Anathema - Empty

Empty vessel under the sun
Wipe the dust from my face
Another morning, black Sunday coming down again
And coming down again

Empty vessel, empty veins, empty bottle, wish for rain
That pain again, wash the blood off my face
The pulse from my brain, pain again
And I feel that pain again

I’m looking over my shoulder ’cause millions will whisper I’m killing myself again
Maybe I’m dying faster, but nothing ever last
I remember a night from my past, when I was stabbed in the back
And it’s all coming back, and I feel that pain again

I abhor you, I condemn you, ’cause this pain will never end
You got away without a scratch and now you’re walking on a lucky path
I have to laugh
But you’d better watch your back

There’s pathetic opposition, they’re the cause of my condition
I’ll be coming back for them
I have a solution for this sad situation
Nothing’s left, but to kill myself again, because I’m so empty