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 ...