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