I cut him up this evening
and when they came to check the scream
on the very spot I’d hidden him
I served a spot of tea

I’d left no evidence
that anything was wrong
but the unnerving sound beneath the floor boards
reminded me of what I’d done

I thought I’d committed
the perfect, fool-proof crime
I never knew how heavy
this would weigh upon my mind

Things done in secret
under cover of night
have a funny way
of being brought into the light

I admit the deed
can’t you hear the beating
I admit the deed
I’m being driven mad by the Tell-Tale Heart