(Chorus) This world, my heart, my Things I don't know The they grow never let me go Scars are as proof But they soak on through I've done My My youth (Verse 1) We land on the horizon. The passion in eyes then What they think of islands and much in their size and plentiful and resource to provide them Supplies slim. Morale when so heavily inside Now steadily Return is not an option as necessity denies With they choose to dive in Now along the shore and so of their arriving Other children of this land to share in their surviving A pigeontry of feathers stands his majesty 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 they would sever And stuck up on a pike up along the Kept up as a warning to the rest to turn from their beliefs And so began it here. And for 500 Torture, Terror, Fear til they disappear (Chorus) world, my heart, my soul Things I don't know The icicles they never let me go Scars are as proof But tears they on through I've done My My unforgivable (Verse 2) Ways and means mistreated human beings A slave force provides wealth to the machine And helps the new regime establish and manifest destiny to siphon off the land From caretakers who can barely understand "How can land 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 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 it when they leave it The forests's cleared, the factories were built And your mistakes will be repeated by your generation doomed to pay for your mistreatments Foolishness and flaws, and needs and disagreement And you rushed to have the most, the day you left your boats You'll starve but die. In a world of hungry ghosts (Chorus) This world, my heart, my Things that I don't The icicles they never let me go Scars are left as But tears they on through Things done My My unforgivable (Verse 3) As archaeologists dig in the of the east Appeared "A pit" 100 meters and 100 meters deep They ancient cars on even older streets And a city well preserved and likely at it's peak A culture so advanced, and by condition of the They can tell they was civil, not barbaric in the least A society at peace. With and justice for all Neatly carved in what seems to be a would doubt that there was any starvation at all That they pretty much had the problem all solved From the sheer amount of paper, likely used for trade so organized. They had to be well behaved Assumed they had clean energy, but took to no Very honest with overwhelming sympathies kinda complex. Kinda hard to figure out And must be the temple This White. (Chorus) world, my heart, my soul Things that I know The icicles grow They let me go are left as proof But tears they soak on Things I've My My youth