into Breeze of chaos - storm of closure The dawn of plastic night... Inhumanity's absolution The dawn of plastic night... Plastic dreams at the edge
" But late that night beneath the grievin' moon There's a dazzling sight in my motel room For a grunting judge with his bulging eyes I give my all for
pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags? If there were no hospitals, and no doctors
'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags? If there were no hospitals, and
night. You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence, Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence Even when it's
