Parents think that the Music We Listen To is the devil's Music. Screamo. Metal. Lay Off. They've just got to Lay Off. We don't like their Music, they Don't Like Ours. I'm Sick and Tired of my mother talking (insert profanity here) about My Music. It makes Me Feel Good. It's a rather nice Feeling. They just have to Go Away. Cover their Ears. Block It Out just Like We do when they Speak. Have they ever Heard of Parkway Drive? I Didn't Think So. Trivium? Bullet For My Valentine? As I Lay Dying? They gotta Lay Off. Know what's Good for them.