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Son, all those voices you hear in your head

You twist, you turn, you mind is being fed

So when I call upon you thy name is Sam

Message upon thee

Thy blood is in your hands

Pre chorus:

44 caliber, set to thrill

Sam's got a motive, just to kill

Chorus:

Psycho - Son of Sam

Insanity - dirt bag Sam

Psychotic - Son of Sam

Guilty - dirt bag Sam

I wrote you a letter the other day

Describing the things I wanted to say

This paranoid delusion

This chain of thought

I will not be ignored

I won't be caught

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(repeat chorus)

13 people, 13 times, 13 shots from the barrel of a handgun

Darkness upon me, I walk within the night

My shadow draws closer

I feed on your delight

My picture you view on your TV

Depicts the truth, yet to be seen

The voices I hear inside my brain

The magic from hell

A means to an end

(pre chorus)

(chorus)