I DON'T MIND
STEALING BREAD
FROM THE MOUTHS
STEALING BREAD
FROM THE MOUTHS
OF DECADENCE
BUT I CAN'T FEED ON
BUT I CAN'T FEED ON
THE POWERLESS
WHEN MY CUP'S
WHEN MY CUP'S
ALREADY FILLED
FIRE FOR YOUR DESIRE AS SHE BEGINS TO TURN COLD FOR THE FINAL TIME