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This song is by Anathema and appears on the album Alternative 4 (1998).

Empty vessel under the sun wipe the dust
From my face another morning black Sunday
Coming down again, 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 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 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,
'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've a solution for this sad
Situation nothing left but to kill myself
Again because I'm so empty

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