Pacific Trash Patch
I'm heading to the kingdom
Of dark and murky waters
To see if i can still breathe
Deep beneath the surface
None of it has seen the light
Far too precious, out of sight
Long-forgotten mercy chants
You thought you could but still you can't
None of it has seen the light
Far too precious, out of sight
Long-forgotten mercy chants
You thought you could but still you can't
Here comes the new continent
Borders yet to be drawn
If you've come for glory and medals
You'll find them covered in plastic
None of it has seen the light
Far too precious, out of sight
Long-forgotten mercy chants
You thought you could but still you can't
Ocean goddess on the seabed
With this scum ring i thee wed
My gift isn't love and pie
But oxygen in short supply
All wrapped up in chromatic fish scales
Running up and down a liquid jail
Hang myself to the fishing line
Soon i will sure be leaving town
Shipwreck lounge suite, open sesame
40 ex-castaways on imaginary shores
"Welcome to the party" I hear them say
"Four on the seafloor, underwater folklore"
Half-conscious rambling through an endless space
I'll-defined concepts come at an irrational pace
What you want is here for you to take
All sunk to the bottom of the lake
Of the lake
Pacific Trash x16
Of dark and murky waters
To see if i can still breathe
Deep beneath the surface
None of it has seen the light
Far too precious, out of sight
Long-forgotten mercy chants
You thought you could but still you can't
None of it has seen the light
Far too precious, out of sight
Long-forgotten mercy chants
You thought you could but still you can't
Here comes the new continent
Borders yet to be drawn
If you've come for glory and medals
You'll find them covered in plastic
None of it has seen the light
Far too precious, out of sight
Long-forgotten mercy chants
You thought you could but still you can't
Ocean goddess on the seabed
With this scum ring i thee wed
My gift isn't love and pie
But oxygen in short supply
All wrapped up in chromatic fish scales
Running up and down a liquid jail
Hang myself to the fishing line
Soon i will sure be leaving town
Shipwreck lounge suite, open sesame
40 ex-castaways on imaginary shores
"Welcome to the party" I hear them say
"Four on the seafloor, underwater folklore"
Half-conscious rambling through an endless space
I'll-defined concepts come at an irrational pace
What you want is here for you to take
All sunk to the bottom of the lake
Of the lake
Pacific Trash x16
Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Depinay, Marc Lebreuilly, Felix Ramaen, Gregoire Mainot
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