EMPTY POCKETS, EMPTY HANDS
I GAVE EVERYTHING, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND
EMPTY POCKETS, FULL OF GHOSTS
OF EVERY DOLLAR, EVERY COST
CHECKED MY BALANCE AT 3 AM
NEGATIVE AGAIN, MY FRIEND
RENT IS DUE IN 3 MORE DAYS
LIFE IS JUST A HAZY HAZE
JUNG TALKED ABOUT THE COLLECTIVE SOUL
MINE IS COLLECTING DEBT AND COAL
I BURN IT JUST TO STAY ALIVE
JUST TO KEEP THE DREAM ALIVE
ZEN SAYS MONEY IS JUST PAPER
TRY TELLING THAT TO MY LANDLORD LATER
HE WANTS THE CASH, HE WANTS THE GOLD
HE DOESN'T CARE MY STORY'S OLD
EMPTY POCKETS, EMPTY POCKETS
I CARRY NOTHING IN MY LOCKETS
JUST THE PHOTOS OF THE LIFE
I COULD HAVE HAD, I COULD HAVE HELD TIGHT
PHILOSOPHERS SAY DETACH FROM THINGS
EASY WORDS FOR THOSE WITH WINGS
I'M GROUNDED, TETHERED, TIED TO THE EARTH
EVERY PENNY COUNTS MY WORTH
BUT MAYBE EMPTINESS IS SPACE
FOR SOMETHING NEW TO FIND ITS PLACE
MAYBE POCKETS EMPTY NOW
MEAN MY HANDS ARE FREE SOMEHOW
I DON'T BELIEVE IT, NOT TODAY
BUT I'LL PRETEND, I'LL TRY TO PRAY
TO GODS OF WEALTH, OF ENOUGH, OF MORE
TO OPEN UP ANOTHER DOOR
EMPTY POCKETS...
BUT MY HANDS ARE OPEN...
MAYBE THAT'S ENOUGH...
