It has begun, the time has come to pick your side. Rebellion is reality, but we are not alone, we are willing to fight. Bio-mechanical monsters lead the way to false promises, and no hope. The screams will not stop until we are heard. Louder and louder, to the beat of a drum. Marching through this desolate wasteland. The melodies of our past, have been melted into faceless, plastic coated noise. When the robots burn with the wasted, we stand tall, we are the Haunted Youth.