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 ...