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