Fumes of Casa Carlito

Shadows fall on Casa Carlito. A silent hum beneath our feet. From every pipe,

a secret's leaking, turning the air so bittersweet. I'm lost in the haze.

I'm lost in the haze. Invisible ghosts are taking flight. Rising through the

darkness of the night. We're breathing in the world unknown. Lost inside the

castle's zone. Hydrogen sulfide fading in the light. Ammonia is rising,

burning through the night. Ozon is drifting, thin and cold. The stories of

the pipes are being told. Casa Carlito, where the fumes begin.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Underneath the ground,