[Intro] Can you hear the growl of empty bellies? (It drowns out every prayer…) [Verse 1] The earth wears gold, but we reap only thorns, A sky full of wheat, yet our hands stay forlorn. Children sleep on concrete, dreaming of milk and bread, But the world spins on… like a joke unsaid. [Pre-Chorus] We plant hope in cracks of stone, A system of scars where the liars are shown. The tables of kings bow under their feast, While we scavenge for crumbs… and swallow our grief. [Chorus] We bake bread of stones, Breathe in dust where the rain should’ve fallen. The fields burst with life, but our plates hold air, A banquet for ghosts… and we’re the fools there. Bread of stones, kneaded with tears, Every bite a war, every night the same fears. The world sleeps in silos, we wake in the dirt, And scream at the heavens… “When will it hurt?” [Verse 2 - RAP] Factories swallow the last green light, We count what’s never enough—seconds, breaths, till we’re dust. Some stuff their pockets, others stuff mouths with lies, And the scale just laughs… it knows the gravity of “why.” [Pre-Chorus] ...like a joke unsaid... We plant hope in cracks of stone, A system of scars where the liars are shown. The tables of kings bow under their feast, While we scavenge for crumbs… and swallow our grief. [Chorus] We bake bread of stones, Breathe in dust where the rain should’ve fallen. The fields burst with life, but our plates hold air, A banquet for ghosts… and we’re the fools there. Bread of stones, kneaded with tears, Every bite a war, every night the same fears. The world sleeps in silos, we wake in the dirt, And scream at the heavens… “When will it hurt?” [Post-Chorus] Oh-oh-oh…the wind steals the words… …the wind steals the words… [Final Chorus] We bake bread of stoooones… [Child’s whisper:] “I don’t wanna sleep…” The fields burst with life… but our plates hold air… [Outro] “When will it hurt?” …the wind steals the words…