*Based on the short story “The Tell-Tale Heart” by the famous Edgar Allan Poe* *I didn’t put my music production in it because it is based off of the short story* [Chorus] Why would you say that I am mad? When I have intelligence galore? Why would you say that I am mad? When I cleverly hid the man beneath the floor? How dare you say that I am mad? When I heard the hideous heart at his core? This is just pitiful; this is just sad. I should not be here, I’m sane, as I stated before. [Verse 1] Tell me, sir, why am I in this very asylum? I never did anything wrong or dumb. The man was clearly the one in the wrong, I was taking care of the man… wait I forgot this part of the song… [Verse 2] Yes, he was a nice old man, a very good one indeed. But it was something of him that made me commit the deed. It was his eye, the left one, to be exact, that made me cringe as such. Yet I played him like a fiddle, making him trust me oh too much. [Verse 3] Night after night, I checked in on him. Took me a whole hour to peek my head in. One night, little did he know, I was schemin’. I could tell he was scared for his dear life when I heard that familiar shrill. Rolled him out of bed, smothered him with his own mattress; I went in for the kill. [Verse 4] After that, I cleaned up the place as best as I could. I put the man under the floor boards, as any smart man would. The police came to my door and asked to search; I welcomed them as if they should. I mean, why should I have worried; as long as they don’t look under the floor, I’m good. [Verse 5/Bridge 1] While we were yapping, I heard some kind of tapping. It was the man’s heart, which sounded like a watch enveloped in cotton. The fact that he was already dead is what was forgotten. [Verse 6/Bridge 2] I cursed and I fumbled, yet they didn’t care. They did nothing more but chuckle and stare. I know they hear it too; they must be on a dare. They didn’t even question my welfare. I paced and circled around the area where, The body was hidden which was under my chair. I couldn’t take it anymore, I tore up the layers. You heard nothing but screams coming from downstairs. I stacked the boards up, like they were beams, And I said a little something. Wanna know what I screamed? [Talking] Here is his hideous HEART!! [Chorus] Why would you say that I am mad? When I have intelligence galore? Why would you say that I am mad? When I cleverly hid the man beneath the floor? How dare you say that I am mad? When I heard the hideous heart at his core? This is just pitiful; this is just sad. I should not be here, I’m sane, as I stated before. Why would you say that I am mad? When I have intelligence galore? Why would you say that I am mad? When I cleverly hid the man beneath the floor? How dare you say that I am mad? When I heard the hideous heart at his core? This is just pitiful; this is just sad. I should not be here, I’m sane, as I stated before. [END]