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Şarkı Sözleri Victims of opportunity De-sensitised, conceived in fantasy Another under-achiever Kicked around, a disbeliever What I don't understand is what it takes To make a man so unstable, insane A compulsion overrides, the devotion The power over life and death Feeding the obsession The stimulated loss of breath Re-fuelling the repression It's as if the will to power Becomes stronger by the hour Can peace of mind ever be ensured? And will the victim ever be cured? I am the Son of Sam I am the Son of Sam, I am, I am, I am