Lou Reed - The Tell-Tale Heart (Pt. 1) lyrics

True Nervous very nervous Madman Why will you say that I am mad The disease has sharpened my senses not destroyed not dulled them Madman The eye of a vulture a pale blue eye with a film overit Listen observe how healthily and how calmly I tell this story He had no pa**ion for the old man He was never insulted He loved him It was the eye the eye the eye I made up my mind To take his life forever Pa**ionless The eye of a vulture You should have seen me How wisely I proceeded To rid himself of the eye forever With what dissimulation I went to work Caution I turned the latch on his door and opened it To work To practice I opened his door and put in a dark lantern Dark Slowly I put my head in Slowly I thrust it until in time Ientered I was in so far He was in so far he could see the old man sleep And then I undid the lantern so a thin ray fell upon the eye The vulture eye He did this for seven days Seven days But always the eye was closed and so I could not do the work And in the day he would greet the old man calmly in his chamber Calmly Nothing is wrong and all is well Knock, knock who's there Came night eight Night eight I was slower than a watch minute hand The power that I had with the old man not to even dream my secret thoughts Secret thoughts My sagacity I could barely conceal my feelings of triumph When suddenly the body moved The body moved But I went in even further pushing the door open even further Who's there Who's there I did not move a muscle I kept quiet and still The old man sat up in bed In his bed Who's there I heard a groan and knew it was a groan of mortal terror not pain or grief Oh no It was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe I felt such awe welling up in my own bosom deepening with its echo the terrors that distracted me Knowing what the old man felt and Pitying him Although it made me laugh Ha ha He'd been lying awake since the first slight noise He'd been lying awake thinking Thinking It is nothing but the wind The wind It is nothing but the house settling The old man stalked with his black shadow d**h approaching The mournful presence of the unperceived causing him to feel my presence Open the lantern I saw the ray fall on the eye On the eye