Fuck you. Fuck you all. I am glad I have released myself from the shackles of a miserable existence like yours. Sure bash on me. Bash on my band. But as the wave of insurgence agains the demoralizing corporate force rises and you see your pop bands and blockbuster movies fade, you will claim that you were part of the Uberground revolution all along. I have offered a hand to save you and you only slap it away. Yet I still offer it. The man's filth drags you down and you revel in it.