I'm one with the raindrops

But there's yet another sound

Now, could it be that Jeff

That fucking prick who you owe some money from the

From the bet that you lost to that fuck Jeff who works

Down the studio



Paranoia taken in

Temper rises paper thin

Evil lurks in every vein



Now it's time I kill again



See the real behind the lie

See the evil in my eyes

How good it feels I can't disguise



You're on your way to paradise



It wasn't the mailman

Yeah sure it was Jeff



He would not go away

So I stabbed his sick ass into quiet a mess

A mess it took me a while to disguise but now

There's no more Jeff

The fucking bastard's gone