They are compelled to display the contents of their soul, as if doing so accomplishes something of value and substance.

But the substance of their music goes no further than a memory of sound causing emotions. They weave a web of imaginary things, hoping to get people to agree with them, and to sing along. They are most lonely as they stand before an audience.

Then, there are those musicians who are outright evil, mouthpieces for the filth of darkness and death.the