Seventh Day Slumber - Hunger Strike lyrics

I don't mind stealing bread from the mouths of decadents I can't feed on the powerless when my cups already overfilled But it's on the table; the fire's cooking And they're farming babies; while slaves are all working Blood is on the table; their mouths are all choking I'm going hungry I don't mind stealing bread from the mouth of decadents I can't feed on the powerless when my cups already overfilled But it's on the table; the fire's cooking And they're farming babies; the slaves are all working Blood is on the table; their mouths are all choking I'm going hungry; I'm going hungry yeah... I'm going hungry; I'm going hungry yeah... I'm going hungry; I'm going hungry yeah... I'm going hungry; I'm going hungry yeah... I'm going hungry; I'm going hungry... I'm going hungry; I'm going hungry yeah I don't mind stealing bread; oh I don't mind Oh...I don't mind stealing bread; oh I don't mind I'm going hungry; I'm going hungry yeah... I'm going hungry; I'm going hungry yeah...