(Chorus) This world, my heart, my Things I don't know The icicles grow They let me go are left as proof But tears they on through Things I've My My unforgivable (Verse 1) We land on the horizon. The passion in their then What they think of islands and more in their size and plentiful and resource to provide them Supplies slim. Morale so heavily inside them Now steadily is not an option as necessity denies them With this choose to dive in Now along the shore and so aware of their children of this land prepare to share in their surviving A pigeontry of feathers his majesty with treasure Now the material things that kings that never last forever But secrets of the world and how to live in harmony together Unbenounced to him his head would be the first that would sever And up on a pike up along the beach Kept up as a warning to the rest to turn away from beliefs And so began it here. And for 500 Torture, Terror, Fear til they disappear (Chorus) This world, my heart, my that I don't know The they grow They let me go Scars are left as But tears soak on through I've done My My unforgivable (Verse 2) and means from mistreated human beings A slave labor force provides to the machine And helps the new establish and expand Using destiny to siphon off the land From caretakers who can barely understand "How can be owned by another man. Warns one can not steal what 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 they it The forests's cleared, the factories were built And your mistakes will be by your future generation doomed to pay for your mistreatments Foolishness and flaws, greed and needs and And you rushed to have the most, the day you left your boats You'll starve but never die. In a world of ghosts (Chorus) This world, my heart, my that I don't know The they grow never let me go Scars are left as But tears they soak on Things I've My My youth (Verse 3) As dig in the deserts of the east Appeared "A pit" 100 meters wide and 100 deep They discover ancient cars on even streets And a city well preserved and most likely at it's A culture so advanced, and by condition of the They can tell that was civil, not barbaric in the least A society at peace. liberty and justice for all carved in what seems to be a wall They would that there was any starvation at all That they much had the poverty problem all solved From the sheer amount of paper, most used for trade Everything's so organized. They had to be behaved they had clean energy, but took to no enemies Very honest leaders with overwhelming Religions complex. Kinda hard to figure out And must be the temple This White. (Chorus) This world, my heart, my Things I don't know The they grow never let me go Scars are left as But tears they soak on I've done My My youth