I don't mind stealing bread from the mouths of decadence
Je ne me soucie pas de voler du pain
But I can't feed on the powerless when my cup's already overfilled
Des bouches de la décadence
But it's on the table
Mais je ne peux pas me nourrir sur le dos de l'impuissant
The fire is cooking and they're farming babies, while the slaves are working
Quand ma tasse déborde déjà
The blood is on the table and their mouths are chocking
Mais c'est sur la table
But I'm growing hungry
Le feu crépite
I don't mind stealing bread from the mouths of decadence
Et ils exploitent les bébés
But I can't feed on the powerless when my cup's already overfilled
Pendant que les esclaves travaillent
But it's on the table
Le sang est sur la table
The fire is cooking and they're farming babies, while the slaves are working
Et leurs bouches étouffent
And it's on the table, their mouths are chocking
Mais je suis affamé
But I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)
I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)
I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)
I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)
I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)
I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)
I don't mind stealing bread (I don't mind)
I don't mind stealing bread
I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)
I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)