ALL THAT'S LEFT IS BUT NOISE AND CHAOS VIBRATING UNBEARABLY.
THEY CALL IT "BEAUTY", BUT...
SOMETIMES I THINK I WON'T TAKE IT NO MORE. I WANT IT ALL BUT B&W.
NO GRAY! JUST B&W. MY EYES PRAY IN THE ASPHALT...
I WANT... IT ALL TO STOP! OR... DIE.
WHERE ARE THOU SOLDIER? THOU SHALL BE LYING DEAD IN THE ORCHARD.
WHO LET THOU LEAVE THY ROTTEN COMRADES?!