Death's sitting on melancholy hill
I can see him from the window sill
Guarding the island from all the lost souls
And so we have to scare Death away
So the lost souls can rest
Over the seas is a land of garbage
A large plastic waste bin
Sucking in all the pollution
Forcing everything to stay with it forever
It's Rubbish Island
(short music pause)
The water drain of the Earth
The place where lost souls live
Oh Rubbish Island
The giant plastic waste bin
Where all the oceans meet
Oh Rubbish Island
The beating it takes everyday
The attacks that happen day by day
But Death seems to avoid it
He's too afraid of the sticky pores
(Whispering chorus)
So come on everyone
Death sits and waits for you
Atop of melancholy hill
But if you avoid him
You'll be in our plastic paradise
(Singer)-Is it paradise?
It's a world unknown
A place you can only discover on your own
It's your plastic paradise
(Singer)-That sounds nice
But like everything here, you will rot
You spoiled the waters
And made an empire of dirt
Isn't this what you've always wanted?
(Singer)-Come join our plastic paradise *little kids laughing*
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