In the fields of
Resurrection, ask me
How I could resist
The arid ocean here
I'm just bleeding some electric shine
That still remains inside of me
I'm not seeking for perfection
I was looking to survive
I'm still seing my chances
To remain
My coffin is made to last
In this reign of dissatisfaction
The slavery was erasing my style
I've been living underground, mister
In a cave where I preserve my best side
I'm not seeking for direction
I was looking to prevail
I 'd haggling with the anger to pretend
My passion is made to last