So much to say
So much to say
So much to say
So much to say
Now I'm no lyricist, but I'm thinking that if you repeat a line four times in a row on multiple occasions, you don't have so much to say. In fact, you have critically little to say. If I had so little to say, I would not justify a song to be written about these limited quantities of things to say.
How does the group pose a question to the field of ethics? Which is the lesser of two evils: allowing the group to so defile microphones and studio equipment for years, or taking the risk that the group may direct their music at any human being who tries to stop this evil? Is the human toll of stopping them worth saving the many? In short: yes. Spock logic can easily solve this one: The desire to not listen to utter crap of the many outweighs the desire to not listen to utter crap of the few, or the one.
Finally, the existence of the group shatters virtually all world religion and a large quantity of philosophy. The logic behind this failure is simple: If an omniscient, omnipotent power made the universe, then such a power would inevitable know of all music any life-forms create in such a universe. No deity would ever subject themselves to knowing of the group, for the horror exceeds even the infinite crap-shielding of an omnipotent being (the poly-infinite nature of the badness of the group has been proven by scientists).
Getting back to the origin of this entry, the headphones. I hope these will be sufficient to drown out those untalented wretches that are brought to life by the vile USB sound system of my roommate on a near constant basis (the same four songs, too).
Looking back, this entry was largely asinine. I apologize.