Clarisse what perfume you wearing today no don't tell me I
know
And the soap that you washed with
Come to me
don't feel scared I'm not going to bite
Well maybe
just a little maybe just a mite
You know without windows
without the wind the rain or snow
I feel somewhat strange
but of course all this you know
Tell me about the lambs
Clarisse tell me why you're scared
I know when your
father died something died in there
To see simplicity in any
mortal thing is a gift few men have
What makes a killer a
madman it's not disgusting it's sad
I dream of
trees now I smell the sea don't you find that fun
You
have the pleasures of the flesh Clarisse you can feel the
sun
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 understand 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 I'd try
to make you feel
Welcomed like a friend I'd have you
over for a meal
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
