Il testo della 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 going hungry, yeah

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 going hungry, yeah

But i'm going hungry, yeah

But i'm going hungry, yeah