Toxic Garbage Island

Mysterious form, soul in the dark Under this heavy sealing concrete waves Followed by servants, funeral cortège This pale ghost is gathering his strength Ghost Pale The procession Is crawling Plastic form, dead things, it is now so clear How could I fail to understand? Cities are burning, the trees are dying My heart awake, but still Pain is killing me Pain is killing me Take this pestilent destruction out of my way The great pacific garbage patch is exhausted And the world is sliding away in a vortex of floating refuse With the sacred one you have lost Plastic bag in the sea Plastic bag in the sea Plastic bag in the sea Plastic bag in the sea