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