The sun has set once again and under the stars, angst runs rampant with shaved heads and tattoos. We ride through the night on the waves of the green tsunami and fermented urine. We are the muddled, besotted youth and we reign the streets behind your market. Your abandoned vehicles become our toys. Wild and roiled like hell, we break them down. A sharp blow of the fist shatters the glass and angst's bane is still unsatisfied. As the raging, nocturnal children of the stars, we hop your fences and soil town hall's chlorine pond with our semen. Angst reigns free when you close your doors and shut off the lights, and we will return tomorrow to reak havoc upon your grounds once again.