everwhere you looked there was confusion, violence, drama and drugs
  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