Born On The Outs

Here's a riddle
What is a moderate when there's no middle?
Clutching the rudder while the boat's on fire

Knee deep in fascists, but you're undecided
Your defense is
Okay, but what about you straddle fences?
As yet another hate crime commences

Can't stop a Nazi with good intentions
With your silence
You vote for their oppression
With your violence

You vote continuation
The future stands and waits
As millions live in pain
On moderation's grave
I carve my name in hate

I carve my name in hate

Change the station, I need a better song
It's not my nation until it's everyone's

As millions die in vain
The future stands and waits
On moderation's grave
I carve my name in hate

Born on the outside, I accept my fate
I carve my name in hate
Born on the outside, I accept my fate
I carve my name in hate