Empty Vessels

[Verse 1: Roots Manuva & Orlando Weeks]
Trodding the road with no place to go
It ain't safe to know
It ain't safe to feel so
Unattached to any particular concern
But to reconfirm that we
Dare to take this
Route hard travel with perpetual babbles
Our bittersweet civiles
Similar to what the society's teaching
Society's beating the best and the worst
And it's yet another squalid verse
In the thirst and the quest and they're yet to be wretched
Such is the nature of the searcher
When you've had it up to here, and you don't wish to hurt'ya
And I've got a big list of blame
And I will call out names
And I will fuel the shame that may
Set upon society shows for generations to come
(Alone, alone, alone. Alone, alone, alone)
Comfortably numb from the barrel of the gun
(Alone, alone, alone)
If only I could break this world
(Alone, alone, alone)
If only I could shake this world
What would it take to wake this world
And hear the silent sigh, the silent cry

[Refrain: Orlando Weeks]
Alone, alone, alone, not alone at all

[Verse 2: Roots Manuva & Orlando Weeks]
Empty vessels with a big 'ole noise
(Alone, alone, alone)
The hunger for joy, but the men stay boys
(Alone, alone, alone)
Wrapped in them ego, base release
(Alone, alone, alone)
That you've got to use your fists and your gun to achieve
(Alone, alone, alone)
Reinforced by the glory of their beautiful screens
With beautiful scenes, and beautiful screams
So how many tears must fall
When we all play a part, and we all could do more

[Chorus: Orlando Weeks]
If you've got no kind words to say
You should say nothing more at all
If you've got no kind words to say
You should say nothing more at all
If you've got no kind words to say
You should say nothing more at all
If you've got no kind words to say
You should say nothing more at all

[Bridge: Roots Manuva & Orlando Weeks]
(Alone, alone, alone)
(Alone, alone, alone)
(Alone, alone, alone)
There we go merrily, merrily we go
(Alone, alone, alone)
Same old, same old, scenario
(Alone, alone, alone)
You took a blow now, she took a blow
(Alone, alone, alone)
Too late to fret now, too late to show
(Alone, alone, alone)

[Chorus: Orlando Weeks]
If you've got no kind words to say
You should say nothing more at all

[Outro: Roots Manuva & Orlando Weeks]
Empty vessels with a big ol' noise
(Alone, alone, alone)
Empty vessels with a big ol' noise