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In the house of Lecter

The table is always set for Seth

Such a delicate feast is presented to the lovely folk

And the host is a ghost of the past

Ever-changing are his stories

But no lies are told inside these walls

This body is like a house

Which quietly, softly decays

I know the night

Will bring me closer to death

They say...and I'm sure that you have heard it too

That human flesh is served there

That might be the case

But surely it is not the most fucked up thing there

This body is like a house

Which quietly, softly decays

I know the night

Will bring me closer to death

You might want to think twice

Before entering this house

For here is the trick

These tall tales become reality

After you leave this old house

Lived by Lecter (Am I, is it me... Who can it be... My house, my rules)

And so... "Lecter" ends his tale

And hands you a gift

A script of your soon ending life

And his stories are always fucked up

Now I have to go alone

Leave the scars on the face

Even if the eyes would close, it's still written on me

Draw the shape in half