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Clarisse, what perfume you're 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 might.

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 a few man have.

What makes you a killer, a madman

It's not disgusting, it's sad.

I dream of trees and how 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 have 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 musn't cover me with rage.

I eat to feed, I killed in kind

You believe me, don't you?

Hear the echoes 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 every nights when I whisper from my cell

And play my psychiatric game

In the morning when the inmate's - dead

They're hanging you on to my bed

If I walk the streets

A free man in a heat

I can't turn a fire crowd.

But in a silent hole,

Where we'll be all alone

You need to freshen up a shroud

Please believe I couldn't hurt you

I tried 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.