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