Posted by Atrocifix on February 15, 1999 at 19:02:01:
Hunting, random, victims
Anyone can be killed
Unsexually, men and women
Rifle shell through the windshield
Killing near the days of the pentagram
Bent to the gun of the Son of Sam
Canine commands to kill,phychotic fits
Bent ot the will of Bercawitz
Self-secluded, alone at last
To plan out Satan's holocaust
Load the bullets one to one
Pull back the bolt, it has begun
In the nights, lovers die
Nowhere is safe, nowhere to hide
Nothing against the wrath of his gun
This the killing spree of the Son
Against his daemons, wounding it
But survives, he cannot resist
in the days of the pentagram
Slaking victims, the Son of Sam