Mysterious form, soul in the dark
Under this heavy sealing concrete waves
Followed by servants, funeral cortege

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 exhausting
And the world is sliding away
In a vortex of floating refuse

With the sacred one you have lost

Plastic bag in the sea [4x]