Toxic Garbage Island — Gojira

Mysterious form, soul in the dark Under this heavy sewaling 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 killin me

Take this pestilent destruction out of my way The great padific garbage patch is eshausted And the world is sliding away In a vortex of floating refuse With the sacred one you have lost

Plastic bag in the sea It's a plastic bag in the sea