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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 I am the Son of Sam I am the Son of Sam, I am, I am, I am Systematically removing Any obstacles which may get in the way We're speeding up the downward spiral Immunised against reprisal Any hope of a solution SongtexteFades away into disillusion This is how the problem stands today Stabilise, recognise The perspective which stares you in the eyes The shape of things to come It's dumb to think that you'll overcome This kind of behaviour can never be ensured But can it ever be cured? I am the Son of Sam I am the Son of Sam, I am, I am, I am I am the Son of Sam I am the Son of Sam, I am, I am, I am I am the Son of Sam I am the Son of Sam, I am, I am, I am I am the Son of Sam I am the Son of Sam, I am, I am, I am I was dreaming we were somewhere else The time was displaced Your memory faltered, my memory erased It's easy to recognise Every time you look at yourself It stares you right in the eyes It stares you right in the eyes It stares you right in the eyes I am the Son of Sam I am the Son of Sam, I am, I am, I am I am the Son of Sam I am the Son of Sam, I am, I am, I am I am the Son of Sam I am the Son of Sam, I am, I am, I am I am the Son of Sam I am the Son of Sam, I am, I am, I am Aus Songtexte Mania