The Hand You Reach Out Is Empty (As Is Mine)

And for once, the whole truth was clear
Everything's new and there's no turning back
So I'll seek no comfort, and shelter no fear
Where they plant orchards, I'll reap barren land
Egalitarians with empty hands
is it justice to split up the dust?
We are damned and we'll never earn bread
And so we shall steal everything that we must

Show me peace and I'll run from that hell
I'll head up the mountain, and never come back
Show me utopia; I'll call it a jail
We'll pick up the pieces to snap them in half
We're egalitarians with empty hands
Is it justice, dividing the sand?
We are damned, and we'll never earn trust
And so we'll betray everything that we can

And so we'll betray everything that we can
And so we'll betray everything that we must