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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] Aus Songtexte Mania