I don't mind stealing bread from the mouths of decadents
I can't feed on the powerless when my cups already overfilled
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...
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Picking Up The Pieces
Once Upon a Shattered Life