Hello Lester this is Gregoryfinally my father before me nose is bleedingheart is barely beatingsurviving you in the den of iniquitynow the sole heir of a fallen treefrom an estate on a mountain of miseryhello Lester this is your legacyand I’m almost donemine is tragedy the son of SatanLester the molester of childreneven mother well the stable onethat we loved ran awayto the arms of the young bloodthere in your house there with your wifeher affair with Jeff and the kitchen knifea childhood peer a sworn enemyan old friend with a stab of realityand god is deadI’m on the express to see it your bloodlinesevered by the chemicals in minedefine guilt I can find guilt in self defenseI think in blue and see in redbut there’s no accomplishmentto change the pastI’ve got my plan to succeedfather through the snowI got mine I got mine I got mine I got mineI got mine I’ve got mineI’ve got mine I’ve got mineI’ve got mine we’ve got we’ve gotwe’ve got we’ve got we’ve gotwe’ve got we’ve got we’ve gotwe’ve got we’ve got we’ve got