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I woke up this morning with disturbing sensations

I grabbed my old knife and then wrote a quick note

"I went down to church to meet a friend

don't wait me for dinner, I'll be busy today"

I'm so confused

there's a voice I hear in my mind

I'm not so sure

if the walls are painted with blood

When police broke up through the gates of the chapel

they saw me standing with a bottle of wine

and the monk's head was rolling from one side to another

I'm so confused

there's a voice I hear in my mind

I'm not so sure

if the walls are painted with blood

They dragged me to prison without asking for clues

the judgement was quick, there where nothing to say

the jury asked a question and I have to reply:

"The thing I remember... was a sanguinary day"

I'm so confused

I don't hear that voice in my mind