Tekster: Bad Astronaut. Acrophobe. Greg's Estate.

Hello Lester this is Gregory
finally my father before me nose is bleeding
heart is barely beating
surviving you in the den of iniquity
now the sole heir of a fallen tree
from an estate on a mountain of misery
hello Lester this is your legacy
and I'm almost done
mine is tragedy the son of Satan
Lester the molester of children
even mother well the stable one
that we loved ran away
to the arms of the young blood
there in your house there with your wife
her affair with Jeff and the kitchen knife
a childhood peer a sworn enemy
an old friend with a stab of reality
and god is dead
I'm on the express to see it your bloodline
severed by the chemicals in mine
define guilt I can find guilt in self defense
I think in blue and see in red
but there's no accomplishment
to change the past
I've got my plan to succeed
father through the snow
I got mine I got mine I got mine I got mine
I got mine I've got mine
I've got mine I've got mine
I've got mine we've got we've got
we've got we've got we've got
we've got we've got we've got
we've got we've got we've got