(Chorus) This world, my heart, my that I don't know The they grow They let me go Scars are as proof But tears soak on through Things I've My My youth (Verse 1) We land on the horizon. The passion in their 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 declining Return is not an option as necessity denies With this choose to dive in Now the shore and so aware of their arriving Other children of land prepare to share in their surviving A pigeontry of feathers stands his majesty treasure Now the material that kings that could never last forever But secrets of the spirit world and how to live in together Unbenounced to him his head would be the that they would sever And stuck up on a pike up along the Kept up as a warning to the rest to turn away their beliefs And so it here. And for 500 years Torture, Terror, til they nearly disappear (Chorus) This world, my heart, my that I don't know The icicles they They let me go Scars are as proof But they soak on through Things done My My youth (Verse 2) Ways and means from mistreated beings A slave labor force wealth to the machine And helps the new regime and expand Using manifest destiny to siphon off the From native who can barely understand "How can land be 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 when the heated, for the 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 were cleared, the factories were And your mistakes will be repeated by your future generation doomed to pay for mistreatments Foolishness and flaws, and needs and disagreement And you rushed to have the most, from the day you your boats You'll starve but never die. In a world of hungry (Chorus) This world, my heart, my that I don't know The they grow They let me go Scars are left as But tears they soak on Things I've My My unforgivable (Verse 3) As archaeologists dig in the deserts of the Appeared "A pit" 100 meters and 100 meters deep They ancient cars on even older streets And a well preserved and most likely at it's peak A culture so advanced, and by condition of the can tell that they was civil, not barbaric in the least A at peace. With liberty and justice for all Neatly carved in what seems to be a They would doubt there was any starvation at all That they pretty had the poverty problem all solved the sheer amount 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 Very honest leaders with overwhelming Religions kinda complex. Kinda hard to out And this must be the White. House (Chorus) This world, my heart, my Things that I don't The icicles they They let me go Scars are as proof But tears they on through I've done My My youth