It struck me in the day
It visited me in the night
It crawled into my dreams
It sickened me and my thoughts
Let me be
The person that I am
and the person that I was
do not feel the same
Could it be, madness this?
Oh god, I ask one favor
That we may be forgiven
For what he is presumed to know
The crime, form us is hidden
Our whole life,
Within a prison