what talk of revolution?
  what kind of change?
  it's empty for me
  for the fool's fool the destitute
  i'm beat'n back or tied down
  it's empty for me
  can't see at all
  and they've got me where they want
  it's empty for me
  i'll eat shit till they heard us off
  with broken dreams and tired arms
  its empty for me
    i won't become some part of your ready
  your ready made machine
  you can't log me on to conformity
  it's empty for me
  we'll take 'em all
  the masquerade will fall
  so i'll eat shit till they heard us off
  with broken dreams and tired arms
  it's empty for me