They just wanted to tell me stories
About the murders I half-started to believe
We had a friendly interrogatory time
Until I feel asleep mid-sentence
At the good part
Lulled by their dramatic voices
Something about the moon and stars
An eternity of ideas I left singing
They were so patronizing and wise
But my guilt grows impatient
With too much attention
Still they pursued me
Even in my dreams and made me
Look them in the eyes
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