Lyrics:

It had to be done! Conspiring web, killing me, the end. Let me haunt you, a chilling tale. Street cracks feed. Spilt blood bleeds. Perhaps we=B9ll meet someday, when I get blown away. Bringing forth the light, evil at twilight. Bloody family. Darkened death. An absolute, depravity If a weak linkage found, eliminate. Hear the cities fearful roar. = *=B3Hello from the gutters of the city, filled with vomit, stale wine, = urine and blood. Greetings from the roaches that feed upon the blood = of all my victims. I appreciate your interest in me, but now now I = asked...What of your children?=B2* Out to silence me. Bloodied family. Now I sleep. The city weeps. (=B3*=B2 taken from letters sent by David Berkowitz, The Son Of Sam)