so many righteous revolutionaries spouting utopian love
 everyone shrouded in purple haze
 then one day they woke up from their dream state
 they found themselves no more at peace than before
 older, meek, and conformed

 empty causes
 a bluster for the soul, a fix for their mind
 empty causes
 cling to everything you find

 well, the shots rang out like popcorn and the Chief was hit and rushed out of sight
 the mohawk-chain, leather brigade rejoiced maliciously on that night
 someone cried out "fuck the government"
 his mates couldn't define what he meant
 so no one gave him the time of day
 and the scene died away

 empty causes
 a war for the body, an army in the mind
 empty causes
 losing steam as time goes by

 could it be that everybody selfishly desires their own personal retinue
 and that causes are just manifestations of too much time and far to little to do

 empty causes
 direction for the soul, conviction for the mind
 empty causes
 cling to everything you find
 empty causes
 you've got yours and I've got mine