Thousands of green trees become stunted
contaminate!
Big deep changes in oil paints

so never never say that's fate

Look at the good old forests

spending oxygen - play
destruct and cut-down essential areas
fall into oblivion someday


I have a secret
It leaves a trace at the place of delight

I have a secret
playing destruction the devil inside


Believer, believe me
I see your traces in dark
Receiver, receive me

I see your faces in the dark

That's not my responsibility

and I should walk out
I'm deeply moved, now I regret
Now I know what I'm talking about


I have a secret
It leaves a trace at the place of delight

I have a secret
playing destruction the devil inside