I'm the Man Who Knew Too Much

Marrakech, in the chaos of the eastern city
A knife, weapon of a crime among the screaming crowd
A doctor can hear the last words
Those that will fly over the London sky
Those damned voices in my brain
He’s among us, in the shadows of the theater
I am in panic, I have no control
Nobody can understand this feeling
I am the man who knew too much
The killer is among us
I am the man who knew too much
The killer is one of us
They play violent drums like death
The drama can go on again