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...