Son of Sam

The acrid taste

Of ribaldry

The hate misplaced

For fallacies

That times

Bowdlerized

From memory

Son of sam

Son of sam

The killer that I am

The verbal vitriol

Sympathetic to a cause

That's all slowly sliding down

And they blame it on the cross

Noisey stabbing won't stop even when the point is lost

Son of sam son of

And I wasn't impressed

By the way that they

Dress and

Dress and

Dress and dress

In shades of anaemic green

And corduroy

The melted minds They like to bleed

A childrens toy

And bodies scattered in the street

Incomplete

As they beat

Their bloody drums

To the march of the calloused mind

Son of sam

Son of sam

The killer that I am

The verbal vitriol

Sympathetic to a cause

That'll stop

That'll end

You guide their bloody hand

Down to your jaw and bend

The words inside your maw

They'll kick you till you crawl

They'll kick you till you crawl

The breaths long

Cellophane

Against the face

Suffocate

And As i'll leave

You'll feel great

Oh please tell me more

Tell me

More

Leaving

Part of me

Tinder

Leaves

Crackling

Kerosean

Clear as speech

Burning arms

Clawing deep

Part of me

Losing sight

I cant

Breath

Breath

Breath

Choking on

The air beneath

It sings ofSmoke

Under the streets

And I

Cant breath

Friends gone

The breath is long

The Clutch