(Chorus) This world, my heart, my Things I don't know The icicles grow never let me go Scars are as proof But tears they soak on Things I've My My unforgivable (Verse 1) We land on the horizon. The passion in their eyes What they think of islands and much more in their Bountiful and plentiful and resource to provide Supplies slim. Morale when so heavily them Now declining Return is not an option as denies them this they choose to dive in Now along the and so aware of their arriving Other children of this land prepare to share in surviving A pigeontry of feathers stands his majesty with Now the material that kings that could never last forever But secrets of the spirit world and how to in harmony 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 away from their beliefs And so it here. And for 500 years Torture, Terror, Fear til they nearly (Chorus) This world, my heart, my that I don't know The they grow They let me go Scars are as proof But tears they soak on Things done My My youth (Verse 2) Ways and means from mistreated beings A slave labor provides wealth to the machine And helps the new establish and expand Using manifest destiny to off the land From caretakers who can barely understand "How can land be owned by 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 and elitists don't repair it when they leave it The forests's were cleared, the factories were And your mistakes will be by your future generation doomed to pay for your mistreatments Foolishness and flaws, and needs and disagreement And you to have the most, from the day you left your boats You'll starve but die. In a world of hungry ghosts (Chorus) world, my heart, my soul 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 3) As archaeologists dig in the deserts of the 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 culture so advanced, and by condition of the They can that they was civil, not barbaric in the least A at peace. With liberty and justice for all carved in what seems to be a wall They would doubt that there was any at all That they pretty had the poverty problem all solved From the amount of paper, most likely used for trade so organized. They had to be well behaved Assumed they had clean energy, but to no enemies Very honest leaders with overwhelming Religions kinda complex. hard to figure out And must be the temple This White. (Chorus) This world, my heart, my Things that I know The icicles grow They let me go Scars are as proof But tears they soak on Things I've My My unforgivable