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 overfilledBut 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 chokingBut I'm going hungry, yeahI don't mind stealing bread

From the mouths of decadence

But I can't feed on the powerless

When my cup's already overfilledBut 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 chokingBut I'm going hungry, yeahBut I'm going hungry, yeahBut I'm going hungry, yeah