Текст Seventh Day Slumber – Hunger Strike

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

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…