This is a letter to Maynard James Keenan of Tool, Zach De La Rocha of Rage Against the Machine, and Karl Marx:
Excuse my ignorance, dear sirs,
Didn't know you couldn't handle the truth.
It's not like Jesus or Ghandi were tolerant.
You know I'm not like you,
never wanted to imitate you at all.
Act like a chicken, running,
with its head cut off.
Don't be surprised someone's questioning you,
You've been questioning everything for years.
It must be lonely at stage Left,
without a leader to kick around
or a faithful mother to correct you.
Place yourself two levels above the common rabble,
and you'd find I'm still three levels above you.
Because Maynard's a dick, Zach is paranoid,
and we all know that Karl's insane.
I pray that you found a way
to live with yourselves,
seeing as you've led a generation astray.
