(Chorus) This world, my heart, my Things that I don't The icicles 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 What they think of islands and much in their size and plentiful and resource to provide them Supplies slim. when so heavily inside them Now steadily Return is not an option as necessity denies this 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 with Now the material things that that could never last forever But secrets of the spirit world and how to in harmony together to him his head would be the first that 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 nearly (Chorus) This world, my heart, my Things that I don't The icicles grow never let me go Scars are as proof But they soak on through I've done My My youth (Verse 2) Ways and from mistreated human beings A slave labor force provides wealth to the And the new regime establish and expand Using manifest destiny to siphon off the From native caretakers who can understand "How can land be owned by another man. Warns one can not steal what was as a gift. Is the sky owned by birds and the rivers owned by fish." But the lesson when the heated, for the sake of what's not You but do not eat it The excessive and elitists don't repair it when leave it The forests's were cleared, the were built And your mistakes will be repeated by your future generation doomed to pay for mistreatments Foolishness and flaws, greed and and disagreement And you rushed to the most, from the day you left your boats You'll starve but die. In a world of hungry ghosts (Chorus) This world, my heart, my Things I don't know The icicles they They let me go Scars are left as But they soak on through Things done My My youth (Verse 3) As archaeologists dig in the deserts of the "A pit" 100 meters wide and 100 meters deep They discover ancient 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 that was civil, not barbaric in the least A society at peace. With liberty and for all Neatly in what seems to be a wall would doubt that there was any starvation at all That pretty much 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 with overwhelming sympathies Religions kinda complex. hard to figure out And must be the temple This White. (Chorus) This world, my heart, my Things I don't know The icicles grow never let me go Scars are as proof But tears soak on through Things done My My youth