Hunger Strike

i don't mind stealing bread

from the mouth 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 chocking

i'm growing hungry

i'm growing hungry

i don't mind stealing bread

i don't mind stealing bread

i'm growing hungry