Dear Mr. Maynard James Keenan:
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole year of Tuesday nights in Brian's basement for whatever it was we did wrong, but we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us... In the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a Singer... ...and a Guitarist... ...and a Bassist.... ...and a Drummer..
Does that answer your question?
Sincerely yours, Undertow