A Letter To The Man Who Sits On The Chair

I don't know where to begin, but I'll start with the radical leaders
I'ts about the man who stands on the chair without handle
Please help us, please save us from they who can't control
Family and friends, it won't matter
I'm sure they will understand
Most would claim you live a lie
Now look at the the world and see how the humans bleed
As I sit up on the chair and wonder
How you sold you mind, body, and soul?
Looking at the field so green
I know this sounds so obscene
I see you're living for tomorrow
But your decision you've made will leave you empty