Write It Right

I'm surrounded by martyrs
 An unknown group of famous authors
 Self important men with an opinion and a pen
 Rewriting songs the way they've always been
 I hear your position
 But the noise is much too loud
 I couldn't make it out
 Force fed the static
 Dressed head to toe in black
 Could you repeat this?
 Do you honestly believe this?
 The definition's dead
 So print to nonfiction
 A fluid guide to better diction
 And never leave the house
 Just rip the bookshelves out
 We'd only need the one you're writing now
 I fear your position
 But the noise is much too loud
 And I couldn't blame you now
 New social status
 Dressed head to toe in black
 Could you repeat this?
 Do you honestly believe it?
 The definition's dead
 What have I read?
 You're not just a muse
 You're also amusing
 You keep throwing bricks
 And I'll pretend you're building
 You look so confused
 I guess it's confusing
 Trying to keep score
 When you can't tell who is winning
 We print this to fiction
 Acquire unfair descriptions
 Sadly, there's something so important
 I can say that you will never get it right
 You will never write it right