you wearing today no don't tell me I know
And the soap that you washed
Come to me don't feel scared
Well maybe just a little maybe
You know without windows without
the wind the rain or snow
I feel somewhat strange but of
Tell me about the lambs Clarisse tell
I know when your father died
To see simplicity in any mortal
thing is a gift few men have
What makes a killer a madman it's
I dream of trees now I smell the sea
You have the pleasures of the flesh Clarisse
But on the darker side you feel the anger
rise you feel the satisfying hate
And if you had to kill against your strongest will
you wouldn't shoot that bullet late
Please don't judge me so wait just before
you go come up closer to the cage
Let me taste the smells of your own body
cells you mustn't covert me with rage
I ate to feed I killed in kind you believe me
don't you hear the echos in your mind
They say I'm insane don't they
but do they really know why
They say I'm nothing but a cannibal
can't under stand or even try
For in the night when I whisper from my cell
and play my pshyciatric game
In the morning when the inmate's dead
they hang a new one to my fame
If I walked the streets a free man in the
heat I couldn't terrify a crowd
But in a silent home where we'd be all alone
you'd need to freshen up a shroud
Please believe I couldn't hurt you
Welcomed like a friend I'd have
Then I'd tear at your silken breast rip
out the heart beating and bloody
Gnaw with lust at your soften neck cutting
and spitting and cooking you slowly
Feed you up like a blooded boar fruit in
the mouth and garnished with roses
Feel nothing for you anymore deader
than hell a meal for a hungry man
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