Pocket Full of Ashes

i left home and i thought, well done now i can be myself, alone dead bodies behind, all gone chose the right path and now, what's wrong? my pocket full of ashes my pocket full of tears i left home and i thought, well done I feel a worm deep inside, oh no rotten corpes i bring along hungry anger cries and i've got my pocket full of ashes my pocket full of tears my pocket full of ashes my pocket full of tears my pocket full of fear my pocket full of pain my pocket full of ashes my pocket full of tears my pocket full of fear my pocket full of me