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