Wizzard (FI) - The Tell-Tale Heart lyrics

The slow beats of the heart Echoes from the past in my round-the-clock nightmares Though I see disbelief in the faces of the men in white I know they are real As long as I remember I had hated him The old goat, the black sheep of my kin At nights I used to watch him in his sleep Dreaming of the sleep lasting eternally As much as I hated his words and his deeds For long I dared to do nothing but dream Yet in the late hours of that night I sneaked into his bedroom with murder in my eyes And I stabbed him over and over again Till I bathed in his stinking blood I hid his dismembered corpse Into a small hole under the floor I had been thorough so I could never be caught So I remained calm when the police came to my door I asked them in for a cup of tea Those chattering fools, they never suspected me That sound... what on earth is it? It seems to be coming from... below the floor The pounding sound... as if there was... a heart beating! Oh my god, this is going to be my end Though every beat was louder than the one before The police kept on chatting as if they had heard nothing at all Soon my whole universe was just a beating heart With my screams of panic collapsed my calm facade Revealed by the heart