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 chocking

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 is cooking and they're farming babies, while the slaves are working

And it's on the table, their mouths are chocking

But I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)

I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)

I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)

I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)



I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)

I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)



I don't mind stealing bread (I don't mind)

I don't mind stealing bread

I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)

I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)