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