I`m one with the raindrops
But there`s yet another sound
Now, could it be that Jeff
That f**king prick who you owe some money from the
From the bet that you lost to that f**k 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 f**king bastard`s gone