It's Empty; It's Full

It's empty
It's full
The bottle is clear
Crystle clear
I can see right through it
I think it's Heaven
It feels like Hell

Is anyone trying
To count these numbers
Does it all make sense
Because I'm missing out

I see black and white
Death, the perfectionist
And I know there's a grey
But it's just too vague
Scared of an answer
To an unknown question

Let's drink it all away
Or live one, two, three more days...