No heart. No soul. No mind. We're only making music now. Though it's more of incessant noise.

Riffs, pads, crashes. Wrong place, wrong time. What happened to the vision of our band?

I've totally lost interest in playing in our band. The notes I play ring through an empty room. And how hard is it to remember to close in prayer?

I want to worship God every single time I play. I really do.

And my patience with you is wearing thin. I can understand if you're bored, but don't express your boredom at the expense of others. Learn to catch the hints.