Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clarisse, artist - Venom. Album song The Waste Lands, in the genre Классика метала
Date of issue: 28.10.1992
Record label: Sanctuary Records Group
Song language: English
Clarisse |
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 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 in the night when I whisper from my cell |
And play my psychiatric 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 |