We are infection code.
We are four industrial noise makers.Again.
We were born in a cold night of 1999.
We have made four album.
We have played many gigs.
We are bass guitars.
We have made an Ep.
We are the fallen angels.
We are the truth.
We are noise.
We are H.I.V 999.
We have spent many time and a lot of money.
We are passion.
We are our nightmares.
We have a worldwide distribution with the records.
We are the strength.
We are the inner strength.
We are blood.
We are guitars.
We are sickness.
We are Life continuity point.
We are the dreams.
We are the past.
We are almost sixty songs.
We are the next worst thing.
We are Sterile.
We are the noise of a highway.
We are the silence of a cold winter morning.
We are yourself.
We are a scream.
We are synthesizers.
We are the a thousand cigarette smoked.
We are illusion.
We are Intimacy.
We are the wind.
We are clouds.
We are a darkly sky.
We are emotions.
We are nothing.
We are the borderline.
We are desolation.
We are Fine.
We are perseverance.
We are the faith.
We are demons.
We are sickness.
We are the cure.
We are the thousand roads walked.
We are drums.
We are bass guitars.
We are whispers.
We are the anxiety before a gig.
We are here to stay.
We are.