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
Writer(s): Christopher Cornell
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