The Past Is Another Land

You know nothing about me and care even less

How could you understand our emptiness?

You've plundered our wisdom, our knowledge, our wealth

In bleeding us dry, you long for our spirit

But that, you will never possess

The past is now another land, far beyond my reach

Invaded by insidious foreign bodies, foreign speech

Where the timeless joys of childhood lie broken on the beach

The present is an empty space between the good and bad

A moment leading nowhere, too pointless to be sad

But time enough to lay to waste every certainty I had

The future is a barren world from which I can't return

Both heartless and material its wretched spoils, not my concern

Shining like an evil sun as my childhood treasures burn

Shining like an evil sun as my childhood treasures burn