Из альбома: Water Sphere

I am not, not who you think that I am

some sort of suffering child


you took me in

you clothed and fed me

now, you're tied up



I am not, not who you think that I am

a warm, helpful, generous man

well I left out bait, you turned, you bit

and then I, from behind

Falling down

I eat humans, I'll eat your heart out

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