How about sitting alone in a room scribbling, practicing, researching, practiting some more, crossing out some of your scribbles that seem too inflamatory, practicing and singing some more, reworking the meter, and finally, playing the result alone in your room for another three hours. How about performing that song later?

How about having the satisfaction of coming to terms with your own shortcommings on your own time?

Flamers are blamers, small greedy and weak,
Like the voyers and gamers, they just need a peek.
From the guilt and subconscious, a neglected small child,
Comes society's anger, self-loathing and wild.