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 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 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 choking 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)