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     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