And we used to while the hours in constant praise Of spirits so wild and strange Now we’re going through the motions day by day And the west puts price tags on the things that once held glory Teaching us the markings of the beast Welcome to the “mystical east”. And our paradise is pock marked now By the refuse of the foreign Who taught us to place value in the meaningless So is the wisdom of the Material West Such is the doctrine of the Material West So we bow and praise what should matter the least Welcome to the “mystical east”. Tell me that our heaven will never be plundered by thieves I look into your eyes and I know the soul of the mystical east. And the sky, it opens with the same ferocious rain The face of paradise shall cleanse itself again The world will shake us off like we had never been I’ll seek solace in what remains of the pure and the free And the skulls of the ancestors agape at the atrocities they’ve seen Day by day by day by day In this…my Mythical East. (c) 2006 eveghost
