Hook: This world, my heart, my soul The things that I don't know The icicles they grow They never let me go The scabs are left as proof The tears they soak on through Things I've done in my un... In my unforgivable youth Verse 1: We land on the horizon, the passion in their eyes and What they think our islands are much more in their size and Bountiful and plentiful and resource to provide them Supplies them moral once so heavily inside them That's steadily declining Return is not an option as necessity denies them With this they choose to dive in Now along the shore and so aware of their arriving Are the children of this land prepared to share in their surviving A pageantry in feathers stands his majesty with treasure Not the material things of kings that could never last forever but Secrets of the spirit world and how to live in harmony Together unbeknownst to him his head would be the first That they would sever And stuck upon the pike along the beach Kept as a warning to the rest to turn away from their beliefs And so began it here, and for 500 years, torture, terror, fear Til they nearly disappear Hook Verse 2: Ways and means form the trade of human beings A slave labor force provides wealth to the machine And helps the new regime, establish and expand Using manifest destiny to siphon off the land From native caretakers who can barely understand How can land be owned, by another man Warns one cannot steal what was given as a gift Is the sky owned by birds, and the rivers owned by fish But the lesson went unheeded for the sake of what's not needed You kill but do not eat it, the excessive and elitist Don't repair it when they leave it, the forest's were cleared The factories were built and our mistakes will be repeated By your future generations doomed to pay for your mistreatments Foolishness and flaws, greed it means a disagreement And in your rush to have the most, from the day you left your boats You'll starve but never die, in a world of hungry ghosts Hook Verse 3: As archeologists dig in the deserts of the east A pit a 100 meters wide and 100 meters deep They discover ancient cars on even older streets In a city well preserved, and most likely at it's peak A culture so advanced and by condition of the teeth They can tell that they were civil not barbaric in the least A society of peace, with liberty and justice for all Neatly carved in what seems to be a wall They would doubt that there was any starvation at all That they pretty much had the poverty problem all solved From the sheer amount of paper, most likely used for trade Everything so organized They had to be well behaved Assume they had clean energy, little to no enemies Very honest leaders with overwhelming sympathies Religion's kind of complex, kind of hard to figure out This must be their temple, this White House Hook