Secrets Of The Seas

The seas hold many secrets.

What an overpopulated malestrom of a world we live in when they are being ravaged by pollution, what good are their secrets if they just turn into toxic liquid dumps?





Sometimes I feel like my days are running out on one big Toxic Garbage Island we call Earth.



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]