Breadmaker کے بول

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...