Pat the Bunny - The hand you reach out is empty, as mine is

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, 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.