Who am I? Where am I?
There’s no one I could ask.
There’s naught but this black sky
My face is a stranger’s mask.
One drop of blood on my forehead
and lots of blood on the floor …
And there’s a woman, and I know she’s dead –
Pray did I kill her, and if yes – how many more?
There’s no midnight in a night with no beginning
There’s no midnight in a night that bears no end.
Yet the clock strikes twelve, and all the wheals stop spinning
What’s going on? What’s going on? What is this land?
Who are you? What are you?
You claim you are my wife.
I know this is not true –
I do not have a life.
There’s just a wallet with a name in
And the police in the hall –
They are looking for a murderer and they’re blamin’ me –
Is it me they are wanting, if not- is there me at all?
There’s no midnight in a night with no beginning
There’s no midnight in a night that bears no end.
Yet the clock strikes twelve, and all the wheals stop spinning
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