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