I don't mind
stealing bread
from the mouths
of decadence...
But I can't feed
on the powerless
when my cup's
already overfilled...
yeah
But it's on the table
the fire's cooking
And they're
farming babies
while slaves are working
Blood is on the table
and the mouths
are choking...
but I'm growing hungry...
I don't mind
stealing bread
from the mouths
of decadence...
But I can't feed
on the powerless
when my cup's
already overfilled...
But it's on the table
the fire's cooking
And they're
farming babies
while the slaves
are all working...
And it's on the table
the mouths
are choking
but I'm growing hungry...
I'm going hungry...
I'm going hungry...
I'm going hungry...
I'm going hungry...
I'm going hungry...
I don't mind
stealing bread
I don't mind
stealing bread...
I'm going hungry...
I'm going hungry...