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

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