(The hidden decoder exercise in the booklet)

The hunter becomes the hunted
No man can only be free
Forty screaming monks see three
Silly lading gun sort of people
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/d/dead+milkmen/song+for+michaels+pipe_20509776.html ]
Love me nobody loves me
Love me somebody has something
Love me nobody hurts you
Love me somebody has nothing

A movie theater is a history lesson
My teacher can never seem mute
There stands in the clearing a prayer flute
Silly loading gun sort of lovers

Scream, sweat for my nighttime
Yell, naked the medication wears off
Help, help no one isn't a stranger
Bang gun shots recoil in my brain