I object to this line of questioning   There is something festering behind your eyes   Beneath your words misplaced   And in my face    You are not just telling me what you think   But swinging some rusty axe that has been weighing you down   Speaks volumes about your inability to understand   This scene, this struggle, that has existed so long before   You and will continue happily without you   You remain so unclear   You have no idea   What this music's about or   Why we stand here before you always    Striving, always melting    Bleeding crying into these instruments    And for what    Not you   This has nothing repeat nothing    To do with your ignorant arrogant ass   Or some preset image of some preset scene   Of some set of rules    As safe and as boring as a ride on a carousel    You have come to the wrong tree to bark   And your wishes they fall on deaf ears   And our wheels roll on   And while you sit at home and wish that you could    Stay the same    What have you ever risked, pulled your heart out for   The world to judge, created something out of nothing   Punched holes in what used to be   Set fire to what is supposed to be    Then shut your mouth about what you want this to be   We don't care