Empty Vessel

I’m hollowed out, no echo inside,

Just searching for meaning in the void where I hide.

But maybe there’s more to this empty shell,

Can I be filled, or am I destined to dwell?

Yo, they say I’m loud, but they don’t fucking hear the pain in my echoes,I’m like a shattered glass bottle; sharp but hollow.Been at the bottom, where dreams die slow,Had to dig through the fucking dirt just to make my soul grow.

Fake smiles, fake laughs, man, they fuel the cycle,Empty vessels out here got me fucking suicidal.But I’m fighting demons, fists swinging in the mist,Trying to find the "me" that I know must fucking exist.

Yeah, I talk a lot, but my heart's on mute,Every rhyme is a scream, but the world calls it cute.Fill me with purpose, not applause or fame,‘Cause an empty vessel makes noise, but it carries no fucking name.

I’m screaming into the void, but silence is my answer,These words are my bullets, aimed at my own cancer.I’m not here for the show, I’m here for the cure,For the peace that comes when I’m no longer pure.

Empty vessels make the most noise,

Screaming loud, but we’re void of a voice.

Can you hear the silence in my cry?

I’m just a shadow of the truth I can’t find.

Empty vessels make the most noise,

But deep inside, we’re all chasing the void.

Look, I’ve been to the edge, felt the fucking weight of regret,With every misstep, yeah, I’m paying my debt.Empty vessel? Fine. I’ll own the fucking label,But I’m filling this space with a story that’s stable.

I’ve heard the whispers, I’ve seen the stares,But they don’t know what it’s like to bleed through prayers."Empty vessels make noise," well, let me be loud,‘Cause the quiet ones, they just blend in the fucking crowd.

I’ve found my echo, now I’m carving my sound,No longer hollow, I’m solid, profound.I’m not just noise, I’m a fucking symphony,Every rhyme, every line, my own epiphany.

So fuck the silence, I’m breaking the mold,I’m not just surviving, I’m here to be bold.I’m the echo that resonates, I’m the sound that’s heard,In this world full of noise, I’m the one with the word.

Empty vessels make the most noise,

Screaming loud, but we’re void of a voice.

Can you hear the silence in my cry?

I’m just a shadow of the truth I can’t find.

Empty vessels make the most noise,

But deep inside, we’re all chasing the void.

Fill me with hope, fill me with life,

Let this hollow shell find its light.

And if I make noise, it’s my soul that speaks,

From an empty vessel to a mountain peak.