Sermon - The Drift Lyrics

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