(Chorus) This world, my heart, my Things that I know The they grow never let me go Scars are as proof But tears they soak on I've done My My unforgivable (Verse 1) We on the horizon. The passion in their eyes then they think of islands and much more in their size Bountiful and plentiful and to provide them Supplies slim. Morale when so heavily inside Now steadily Return is not an option as necessity them With they choose to dive in Now along the shore and so aware of their Other children of this land prepare to share in surviving A pigeontry of feathers stands his majesty with Now the material things that kings that could last forever But of the spirit world and how to live in harmony together to him his head would be the first that they would sever And up on a pike up along the beach Kept up as a warning to the rest to turn away from their And so it here. And for 500 years Torture, Terror, Fear til they nearly (Chorus) world, my heart, my soul Things that I don't The icicles they never let me go Scars are left as But tears soak on through I've done My My youth (Verse 2) Ways and means from human beings A slave force provides wealth to the machine And helps the new regime and expand Using manifest destiny to siphon off the native caretakers who can barely understand "How can land be owned by another man. Warns one can not steal was given as a gift. Is the sky owned by birds and the rivers owned by fish." But the lesson the heated, for the sake of what's not needed You but do not eat it The excessive and elitists don't repair it when leave it The were cleared, the factories were built And your mistakes be repeated by your future generation doomed to pay for your mistreatments Foolishness and flaws, and needs and disagreement And you rushed to have the most, from the day you your boats starve but never die. In a world of hungry ghosts (Chorus) This world, my heart, my Things that I know The they grow They let me go are left as proof But tears soak on through Things I've My My unforgivable (Verse 3) As archaeologists dig in the of the east Appeared "A pit" 100 meters wide and 100 deep They ancient cars on even older streets And a city preserved and most likely at it's peak A so advanced, and by condition of the teeth can tell that they was civil, not barbaric in the least A society at peace. liberty and justice for all Neatly carved in what to be a wall They would doubt that was any starvation at all That pretty much had the poverty problem all solved From the sheer of paper, most likely used for trade Everything's so organized. had to be well behaved Assumed they had clean energy, but took to no honest leaders with overwhelming sympathies Religions kinda complex. hard to figure out And this be the temple This White. (Chorus) This world, my heart, my Things that I don't The they grow They let me go Scars are as proof But tears they on through Things I've My My unforgivable