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 is cooking

And they're farming babies

While the slaves are working

The blood is on the table

And their mouths are choking



But I'm growing hungry, yeah



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 is cooking

And they're farming babies

While the slaves are working

The blood is on the table

And their mouths are choking



But I'm growing hungry, yeah



But I'm growing hungry, yeah



But I'm growing hungry, yeah

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