When did we all get so boring?
When did we forget the story?
When did selling doves and pigeons become our mode of religion?

When did all the love commandos burn their Spirit manifestos?
When did all the risky makers become uninspired takers?

Hell if I know

Make me weird and make me noisy
Prone to flipping tables crazy
Fearsome in the face of evil
Not afraid of broken people

Take this sound and pull a profit
Make it void or deem it forfeit
Cut it down and slice it open
Hide it in the darkest ocean

I beseech Ye