Forensick
The Haunted
The Haunted (1998)

At night I listen to the sound of the animals, sleep has become a rare
commodity it seems. I understand now that there are no limits to what you are
capable of. You don't even see it yourselves, the news anchor on the TV set
talks in a neutral voice about rape, murder and this weeks weather without
change of tone-It seems that nothing matters as we close in on the turn of the
millenium, violence and commercial breaks has become the opium that used to
religion. Fuck you, mankind. You're so ugly, so vain. The language of
brutality is all you seem to understand, bloodlust as long as it's someone
elses blood. To fuck, suck, eat and shit. Breeding has turned into a pastime,
death as recreation...You are no better than a pack of hyenas, the sight and
smell of someone elses pain and misery makes you feel good, ensuring one more
day in safety, decimating the odds that you or someone you love is going to
get hurt. Well don't fool yourself, you're not safe, not in this world. All
you are is collateral damage, presumptive headlines, expendable meat for the
media hounds, statistics and forensic reports for some brainless fuck to drool
over on the internet. You are royally fucked.