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Vanishing point of the black top,

shithole venue smells like rot.

A thousand nights I left behind,

another tribe, another time.

Feedback, feedback!

Um, dois, três, quatro,

not a fucking regret!

A brotherhood at stage right,

a circle pit night after night.

A congregation packed full of sinners,

another road, another winter.

Feedback, feedback!

Um, dois, três, quatro,

not a fucking regret!

Broken bottles thrown in a fight,

cannot move, sold out tonight.

Stage dive, no fucking glamour,

tonight's show, it's all that matters.

Feedback, feedback!

Not a fucking regret,

not a fucking regret!

Many were cursed and many alive,

carry a torch for those who have died.

Carve your skin, a mosaic forever,

never say die, never say never.

Never say never!

No regret...