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Leather and sweat fills the atmosphere
A sense of enjoyment as I pogo too
The anarchist words being shouted out
That's not real music
And I'm just shoutin' and screamin'
But that's their response to an anarchist meeting!
But after the gig, it's back to obeying
Their every say, back to being those
Poor lambs, led to the fucking slaughter!
And you think that this is a trend or phase?
Realism is what we're preaching!
Are you really so afraid?