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