Peeling his filthy skin
Grieving of his shameful
Waiting for the masters hand
As he wanders an endless grey land
As he stayed down,
Clutching the roots and soil
Bleeding with the earth
In the arms of the drift
Waiting for the masters hand
As he wanders an endless grey land
As he stayed down,
Clutching the roots and soil
Bleeding with the earth
In the arms of the drift
He marched the land
Craving the touch of sun
And sand
And only years lay ahead
He wished for release
Clutching the thread of time
And holding the forever line
Peeling his filthy skin
Grieving of his shameful
Waiting for the masters hand
As he wanders an endless grey land
As he stayed down,
Clutching the roots and soil
Bleeding with the earth
In the arms of the drift
Sermon - The Drift Lyrics
Sermon - The Drift Lyrics
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Peeling his filthy skin
Grieving of his shameful
Waiting for the masters hand
As he wanders an endless grey land
As he stayed down,
Clutching the roots and soil
Bleeding with the earth
In the arms of the drift
Waiting for the masters hand
As he wanders an endless grey land
As he stayed down,
Clutching the roots and soil
Bleeding with the earth
In the arms of the drift
He marched the land
Craving the touch of sun
And sand
And only years lay ahead
He wished for release
Clutching the thread of time
And holding the forever line
Peeling his filthy skin
Grieving of his shameful
Waiting for the masters hand
As he wanders an endless grey land
As he stayed down,
Clutching the roots and soil
Bleeding with the earth
In the arms of the drift
Grieving of his shameful
Waiting for the masters hand
As he wanders an endless grey land
As he stayed down,
Clutching the roots and soil
Bleeding with the earth
In the arms of the drift
Waiting for the masters hand
As he wanders an endless grey land
As he stayed down,
Clutching the roots and soil
Bleeding with the earth
In the arms of the drift
He marched the land
Craving the touch of sun
And sand
And only years lay ahead
He wished for release
Clutching the thread of time
And holding the forever line
Peeling his filthy skin
Grieving of his shameful
Waiting for the masters hand
As he wanders an endless grey land
As he stayed down,
Clutching the roots and soil
Bleeding with the earth
In the arms of the drift
Writer: Chris Nuelle
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Solutions Corp, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Solutions Corp, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico