| I don't mind stealing breadFrom 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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