Listen & Buy
We are no one. Names and faces are dust and shadow. In 2007 we formed
in the deep west of Germany to rule, to burn the dancefloor.
We are Straftanz. We scream freedom, yet we are unfree. We are people
without morale and discipline, yet you adore us when we sagaciously
state the wrong. We are the soft concrete that offers good rest for
your weary brains. We piss on graves to show you that parables are
sometimes parabolic. We do not care for the cave paintings on the
faces of the elitists. We set words to march in rows and hide
explosives in between them. We know that hand that held the chisel,
but that does not mean that those words engraved in stone still have
meaning for us. We steal from the strong, because we know: It is not
about where you take it but about where you take it to. We feel part
of a culture that is not "sub", but we do not feel rotten enough to
drop any dogma without second thoughts. The elite tremble in fear,
even though they still have no idea what we hung up above their heads.
We are not crazy, not wise, not original, not ironic and we are not
abstract. But we will drown your Hierarchies in sweat.
