No comments about the everlasting
No apologies about the answer
No remorse about things not done
And no relief to point a finger
Not left, not right, but trough the middle
The mystery of unity will always be a riddle
No apologies about the answer
No remorse about things not done
And no relief to point a finger
Not left, not right, but trough the middle
The mystery of unity will always be a riddle
Feeling the choke of conspiracy
Got no message about useless fights
Stuck between the subculture vise
It's better to shut up than to curse the night
Not left, not right, but trough the middle
The mystery of unity will always be a riddle
We don't want your violent might
We don't want your made up rights
We don't want your useless fights, Fuck politics
We don't care about any opinion
We don't believe in any dominion
Isn't punk about something else?
Gig politics can go to hell
Not left, not right, but trough the middle
The mystery of unity will always be a riddle
We don't want your violent might
We don' t want your made up rights
We don't want your useless fights, Fuck politics at gigs
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