Empty Causes

everywhere 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 the 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!

(let's go!)



[guitar solo bridge]



Empty causes!

direction for the soul, conviction for the mind!



Empty causes!

cling to all, everything you find!



Empty causes!

a war for the body, an army for the mind!



Empty causes!

you've got yours and I've got ... mine!

(alright...!)