I am nervous at this dead hour of the night amid the dreadful silence of this old house this sound excites me to uncontrollable wrath I thought someone would hear this sound I thought his heart would burst
His hour had come
Please open the door Open the door
The old man has gone to the country
Gone to the country
But please search well
Please search well
These are his treasures
Treasures
Secure and undisturbed
Please sit and rest You must be fatigued
Wild audacity Perfect triumph
So they chat
Chat
Of familiar things
I hear ringing
Ringing
Do you not hear it
No
It is louder It is making my head ache
Do you not hear it
No
No
No
I, I have a headache The day is long Do you not hear it
No
Do you fucking mock me Do you mock me
They know
Do you think me
They know
An imbecile Do you think me a fool Villains dissemble no more