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Clarisse

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  • 作曲 : Tony Dolan/Anthony Bray/Jeffrey Dunn
    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
  • 作曲 : Tony Dolan/Anthony Bray/Jeffrey Dunn
    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