When we’re starving and the only food is snagged between teeth filled with gold
When they’re feasting, their guts churning, and we’re crawling for scraps on the floor

What will we do?
Who will we blame, if not ourselves, for having faith in all they’ve promised, in all that they have feigned?
For swallowing every single word of those two-face Shepard of change
But you can’t eat hope
And we are starving for change
And the starving, we won’t stay starving for long
We will die

’Cause you can’t eat hope
And we are starving for change
Because you can’t eat hope
And we are starving for change