Dear marilyn
I am not a slave to my god
For i am payed for my rightousness
You are the slave, a slave to this world
A true spectre unto yourself

Dear maynard,
I talk to jesus christ 'cause he knows the reasons why
And he did it for you too.
I am not your reason,
I am not your excuse

Dear jesse,
Tell me how my strength is in numbers
When i am of the minority
Tell me how my mind is weak
Because i dare to think past this world
And conceive a god with no beginning
A god without the boundaries of time
My strength lies not in many, but in one