Songs that Never Were: Son of Sin

When I walk the streets at night
It seems funny, in a way
How my feet make no sound
Leading me far away


I need dark glasses, sure
To shield me from the light
Where my eyes turn to stare
They absorb only night


Oh this steel in my pocket
Colder than a dead star
Has a life of its own
Telling me it won’t be far


And that smell of poor women
Walking lost in the dark
It’s like God’s cooking dinner
For His child while dogs bark


So I’m tracing my web
At each tug a soul caught
I must bless every one
An instant mine and then shot