| A nuclear accident
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| Vomits into the ocean
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| An island of garbage
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| Forged by the discarded
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| The constant trawling
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| Modifying habitats
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| What the fuck are we doing?
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| Biodiversity- now monoculture of deceased inhabitants
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| The nets don’t discriminate — unforgiving in this throwaway living
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| As the coves exsanguinate the bodies, now gluttonous commodities
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| Purging more than they need — for the unwitting public and corporate greed
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| Paralyzed in fear, until all pods are eradicated…
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| They never stood a chance
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| Against this sick romance
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| We have with every living being
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| We have with every fucking thing
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| Long lining baited hooks, pelagic thievery, gluttonous crooks
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| Discarded secondary bycatch rendered useless, thrown overboard
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| Bottom trawling thus reveals the destroyed habitats — wiped off the map
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| The life support of the ecosystems is pulled leaving only victims
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| Living in misery — the ways of fisheries
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| One of life’s mysteries — soon we’ll all be history
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| Nobody’s listening — classic conditioning
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| This is the christening — extinction quickening
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| We never stood a chance
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| Against this sick romance
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| We have with our demise
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| We have with all of life
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| With mouths open wide
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| Our footprint steps inside
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| And when there’s nowhere to hide
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| Death comes with the tide… |