A belief that can't be broken
Though the pain goes on and on
Empty chair and empty fables
My America is gone

We were born of Revolution
Life would never be the same
How we bragged of "cold dead fingers"
'Til the tyrant's jackboots came

From the House and from the Senate
They would speak of change, reform
And they'd vote, their voices lying
"Shove it down their throats!"
The words they voted, never read
Became the chains that bind us
And now the land we once knew is dead

Will our children e'er forgive us?
Will they know enough to mourn?
Living in a world that's broken
Debt enslaved before they're born

Phantom promises of plenty
We would trade our freedom for
Empty chair and empty fables
Now our future is no more

While the Founders' voices curse us
"You surrendered it, what for?"
Empty chair and empty fables
Now my country is no more