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