Ode to the Music Lover-Make Noise

The Doors open our Heart to new Fear and
Release Bile and Garbage on Our Lady
Peace. Cramps are a Minor Threat compared to
The Killers inside our Trivium. The
Hatebreed that will Rage Against the Machine
Has Disturbed even the most wrought System
Of a Down. It is Everclear that the
Vervepipe we are Trapt under will Haste the
Day. Muse the cold Lords of Acid that make
Veruca Salt look like an angel. Hang
Your Dandy Warhols on the white gilded
Mantle and ignore all of the rules the
Dead Presidents have set in motion. The
Bacteria the Acacia Strain sets
Free will revive the Dead Kennedys and
Create a Quiet Riot with its noise
Biohazard. A Fire Inside will burn
In Bright Eyes and the Ghouls of the music
Prodigy will reign over us like a
Queen. A War will rage and when she's mad, when
She Wants Revenge, there is No Doubt she will
Claim all who remain Live. When the Used comes
And Saves the Day, she will look like a Tool.
Her Agent Orange will no longer be
An Oasis for the Drowning Pool of
Addicts. Those Beatles, those roaches will use
Poison to tear down the red and White Stripes
We built up around her. We will make noise
And Rise Against and block out her bigot
Incubus, her subtle tricks to make us
Gorillaz for her ploy. You Vandals, you
Beastie Boys can keep your Cake and choke on
It. The Dresden Dolls of this nation will
Make noise and Everlast the Panic at
The Disco. To my brothers, do not fight
Against each other, or Against Me, fight
Against polite society. Make as
Much noise as possible and the devout
Bravery inside you will birth a new
Nirvana and you will feel the pent up
Delirium no longer. Feed the noise.