When Twilight deepens to Darkness an Shadows devour the Light. Roaming through urban Canyons, hunting for Prey to bite. No use for Possessions and no need for A Job. Acting out Agressions for I Am with the Mob. Side by Side walking slowly 10.000 hungry Freaks. Septic Bones, dripping Traumas, A Chorus of Rebellion. No use for Possessions and no need for A Job. Acting out Agressions for I Am with the Mob. Chaos reigns, abolish Order, A rotting Choir's Groan. Venomous, spreading Plague, Harvest for the Dead. When Darkness encloses the Cities and Shadows hide Distress. Corpses roam bleak Alleys, engorging in Excess.