It is true that I have sent six bullets through the head of my best friend, and yet I hope to show by this statement that I am not his murderer. At first I shall be called a madman–madder than the man I shot in his cell at the Arkham Sanitarium. Later some of my readers will weigh each statement, correlate it with the known facts, and ask themselves how I could have believed otherwise than I did after facing the evidence of that horror–that thing on the doorstep…
I sat staring at the wall
I believe I heard you call
Into the deepest dark I fall
I don't care at all
To my delight, I live in a cave
No one can find me
Below my skin
Inside my mind
Where I can hide
From the outside, they're spying on me
Wait till they get hold of me
The day and the night
The wrong and the right
Flowing inbetween you and me
I have worked a life for you
All the things I want to do
Can you feel the fire?
Do you feel the desire?
To my delight, I live in a cave
No one can find me
Below my skin
Inside my mind
Where I can hide
From the outside, they're spying on me
Wait till they get hold of me
The day and the night
The wrong and the right
Flowing in between you and me
You and me...