Hunger Strike - Seventh Day Slumber
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