Son Of Sam Lyrics & Chords By Netherworld

think of it as endless sleep
think of it as ecstasy
as the ecstasy of a selfish lust
at least that's the way it feels to me
I can feel the very pulse of life
setting like a throbbing August sun
into the Valley of the Shadow of Death
and into delerium
and when I'm acting out of my dreams
I savor the taste of sacrifice
I hold it to my breast
until the passion turns to ice
but I'm not to blame
no, I'm not to blame, no
better talk to General Cozmo
the mongrel is barking
I hear him just outside
the voice of the demon
that is my unrelenting guide
standing in the smokey window light
I accept what I know
will be my plight tonight
my being absorbed within the voice
I never really think or make the choice
I do not wince to take control
and never question
it's sealed upon my soul
liquid heat caress my loin
thoughts beginning to disjoin
in death's court such beauty rare
would Satan himself have one so fair?
into my eyes the torment's inside
I could not, or will, take human life
it is by power of one much greater than I
for what's been done I know no blame
I wash my hands, I cannot answer
into my eyes the torment's inside