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...