You have been granted an audience before the tribunal but it is we who will Speak.
Let us start with an introduction. We are multitude. We are impervious to your slings and arrows. Not the stentch of stale Strohs. Your band totally sucks. Yup, it's true dude, sorry to have to be the ones to break it to you, but your band is not good... them's the breaks, ya' know?
THE TRIBUNAL HAS SPOKEN!!!
Legion.
But you cannot count what you cannot see.
It is our eyes that peer from shadows and little escapes our gaze.1
The smoke which chokes even a guitar's shriek is but frankincense in our temple.
The bile in which you stir your bitterness and contempt is the clear lake from which we drink.
Nothing can dissuade us from delivering our vital truth.
Not the unyielding cover-charge nor surely soundman.
Not even the rot of our fair city.
Our truth must come forth and it will ring above the din.