Venom - Clarisse - Video
PUBLISHED:  May 01, 2016
DESCRIPTION:
All rights from the video MGM
All rights from the music by Venom

Lyrics:

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.
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