You've taken over our minds.
You've raped our thoughts with your image viruses then sold us fake cures for your own disease. Your words and pictures scream orders at us like angry prison wardens. When we cover our ears, your voices echo in our heads. We, the few who know your evil, hate you. When we see your billboards, your talk shows, your rock concerts and your factories, when we see the work of your twisted libidos, we want to kill you. We want to set fires, plant bombs, derail trains. We want to smash your buildings and tear at your bodies until the skin of our hands are worn to the bone. We are filled with a rage that burns our eyes.
We don't want to feel this way. You have done this to us. These feelings are the fruits of your multi-billion dollar sowing. I am not alone. I know there are others like me out here. Every suicide, every madman, every man and woman who gets a gun and just starts shooting -- these are your illegitimate children. They don't all know what they are doing. All they know is hate for the invisible walls which you have raised around them, hate for the narrow path you have tried to make them walk. And the innocent pay in blood for your negligence.
Remember this: Our minds are big. The more you try to push us down and make us small, the greater the pressure inside us becomes. The greater the pressure, the greater the chance of an explosion. There was once a time when we felt love, but now we feel only hate and anger, and fear at what we might do. And you can tell us to "BE HAPPY," but we know that you really mean "BE QUIET".
Believe us, we want to be happy. You stand in our way.
Love, us, whoever we are