Hunger Strike

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 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 fires 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