Lyrics:

Bread
Hungry field
Stripped away
To another day
Drink
Tainted well
In the sky
Hear the fever cry
All i have to make me see
The spirit man,
That will never breathe, oh!
Breadmaker
Who sent you
Can't take your presence anymore
Breadmaker
Who made you,
Won't be a slave anymore
Slave here anymore!
Truth, of a word
Pacify
Ain't no civil way
Behold, from the past,
Serenade
Singing sham-ba-la
A desert hand,
A cold embrace
I understand,
How to see you face to face
Breadmaker
Who sent you
Can't take your presence anymore
Breadmaker
Who made you,
Won't be a slave anymore
Slave here anymore!
Ah...
Breadmaker
Who sent you
Can't take your presence anymore
Breadmaker
Who made you,
Won't be a slave anymore
Breadmaker
Who sent you
Can't take your presence,
Presence anymore!
Slave anymore!
Ah, ah, ah...