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
WHEN WE MAKE LOVE IT'S HARD TO TELL IF YOUR DREAMING OF ME OR SOMEONE ELSE THAT DRUNKEN KISS SEEMS LIKE A LIE DON'T SAY IT'S FO...