Move to the rhythm of the modern age
Trying to turn back to an earlier of phrase
In the middle of the ocean there's a nation of waste
Casted off plastics of the human race
We can't erase what's been done
Can only replace one with one
Cancerous fingers point toward the sky
With deranged beauty they strangle our time
Carving through nature just to survive
There are more ways that we can get by
We can't erase what's been done
Can only replace one with one
We can't erase what's been done
Can only replace one with one