I don't mind stealing bread
From the mouths of decadence
But I can't feed on the powerless
When my cup's already over-filled

Yeah
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
The mouths are choking
But I'm going hungry
Yeah

I don't mind stealing bread
From the mouths of decadence
But I can't feed on the powerless
When my cup's already over-filled
Oho, ah

But it's on the table
The fire is cooking
And they're farming babies
While the slaves are working

And it's on the table
The mouths are choking
But I'm going hungry (going hungry)
I'm going hungry (going hungry)
I'm going hungry (going hungry)

Lying like needles
On forest earth, euphoric rush
Trees bend to break for us
I'm sputtering like cold machines
Late for the birth ritual

Ritual
Ritual
Ritual

You can climb my tail
To watch the circus
A birth ritual, a birth of idiots
Now I woke up blessed
And good strives for heartache
Marked for the death ritual

Ritual
Ritual

As you start the song to face this garden
I light a cigarette before the execution
And now you see your crime for every miracle
Add another drug at every birth ritual

I took the drug to make me stay
And now everything dies in shyness
The snake retreats, admits defeat
And waits for the birth ritual

Ritual
Ritual

As you start the song to face this garden
I light a cigarette before the execution
And now you see your crime for every miracle
Add another drug at every birth ritual

Shining like
Child's eyes
Marble size
Bright until the newness wears off

As you start the song to face this garden
I light a cigarette before the execution
Now you see your crime for every miracle
Add another drug at every birth ritual

Ritual
Ritual
Ritual