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Venom - The Waste Lands, 1992

Track 10, 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 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.

Tony "Demolition Man" Dolan - Bass, Vocals

Mantas - Guitars

Abaddon - Drums

Steve "War Maniac" White - Guitars (additional)

V.X.S. - Keyboards