Prospector is still living

He's digging into our living (my Pocket)

The waves are still crashing

Into the face rock they're splashing

There are none of us

With righteous thoughts

To call your name

And not feel ashamed

Now people are not cleaving

Defaming everything and stealing (But Rather)

No stopping the lawlessness

Policiting the flawless (Don’t stop)

As we tear this place

To shreds in space

We feel ashamed

No one’s insane

There is only one answer

To follow with prancer

Gallop with white horse

There is only one course

As our faith grows

We reap the crops

We climb hill tops