Everywhere you look there was confusion, violence, drama & drugs
So many righteous revolutionaries spouting Utopian love
Everyone shrouded in a 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
The shots rang out like popcorn and the chief was hid 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 and 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 the causes are just manifestations of too much time
And far too little to do