I Woke up this morning, in a room that was padded up Strapped to the bed, couldn't move, got me mad enough I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Where am I, what have I done?" They stuffed my mouth so I couldn't bite my tongue then they opened my arm and a needle stung from the lithium the maximum sedation Seven hours later I made a vague interrogation They sayin' I burnt this man, and his wife, and they kids It appears none of them lived, I can't remember if I did But they insist that I'm the arsonist, claimin' that my part in this was that I doused the bodies in the dark and stayed up off of this But not before I snapped the necks of each and everyone of 'em Only cause it's cleaner than the runnin' up and gunnin' 'em Then I stacked them up and grabbed the gas for the soakin' 'em Actin' like they dead while the fumes was just chokin' 'em Now it's comin' back to me, reality, that would be Yes I set the fire that's beyond the common casualty
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