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 Day by day by day in the mystical East
Our paradise is pockmarked now With the refuse of the foreigners Who taught us to place value in the meaningless So is the doctrine of "Material West" We bow to praise what should matter the least Day by day by day in the mystical East
Tell me that our treasures shall never be plundered by thieves I look into your eyes and see the soul of the mystical East
And a culture in transition Gives way to decay and attrition Where the powerful thrive by the power of the graft And the angry Earth shudders to show her wrath The skulls of ancestors agape at the atrocities they've seen Day by day by day in this: my mythical East
Tell me that our treasures shall never be plundered by thieves I look into your eyes and see the soul of the mystical East