THEIR FACES ARE PALE, WHITE LIKE CLOUDS DON'T YOU PERCEIVE MY DOUBTS BURNING ON MY SKIN, BURNING HOT STONES LIKE THE INVISIBLE DISEASE IT'LL EVEN REACH YOUR HOME WITH A CROSS IN YOUR HANDS YOU PRAY CEREMONIAL (FOR ALL YOUR LOST FRIENDS) CEREMONIAL IN THE HALL OF DEFENSE YOU LAY ON THE FLOOR IN THE HALL OF CREDENCE YOU'RE LOOKING TO THE DOOR "HEY MAN RETURN TO DUST NOXIOUS SECRETS I CAN SEE THIS MAN BEHIND IRON BARS HIS ARM IS TATTOOED WITH A SMALL RED STAR HE HAS THE SCEPTRE, THE SCEPTRE OF UNIVERSE HIS BODY STARTS TO SMELL LIKE FRESH WET EARTH "HEY MAN YOU ARE GUILTY FOR YOUR OWN DEATH AND OF ALL THE OTHER 100.000 INNOCENTS, WHY DID YOU NOTHING AGAINST THE HARMFUL WASTE YOU MADE THE SECRET OF THE NOXIOUS WASTE" NOXIOUS SECRETS WE CAN'T FEEL IT WE CAN'T HEAR IT WE CAN'T SEE IT WE CAN'T SMELL IT ...