Anathema - Empty [Alternative] [1998] 4# | Текст песни

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• Empty [Alternative] [1998] 4#

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
'cos millions will whisper
I’m killing myself again!
Maybe I'm dying faster, but nothing ever lasts
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,
'cos 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...)