Save Society from the Archon

Duh duh, duh duh, ding, reee ruuu, duh duh duh duh, rirr, rirrr. 

Of all the languages I speak, possibly the one I most enjoy is the difficult, nuanced language of left hand guitar technique. Slide after slide then ending in a bend, only to pull the string up into a pinch harmonic... What's that? A tonic scale run, only to be followed by a dissonant harmonic minor scale, then another, raised by only half a scale degree, and then another, and another. 

I can hear the bass constantly doing trills, giving the rhythm a strange sense of being aggressively off beat, I can see their hands, moving about the neck randomly, with lack of proper arrangements. 

All of this to say, perhaps I need saving, my soul is being destroyed by the magistrate and I need a hero. The archon will not take me, only everything I love.