Clarisse
Venom Lyrics


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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 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 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

Overall Meaning

The song "Clarisse" by Venom tells the story of a man who is a cannibal and a serial killer. He is addressing his words to a woman named Clarisse who is somehow involved. He starts by asking her what perfume she's wearing and what soap she's washed with. He tells her not to be scared of him and that he won't hurt her, but then he talks about how he would like to taste the smells of her body. He also asks her about the lambs and why she's scared. He seems to know that something died inside her when her father died. He talks about simplicity and how few men have the gift to see it. He also talks about what makes a killer a madman and how it's not disgusting, but rather, sad.


He dreams of trees and smells the sea, and he finds it fun. He tells Clarisse that she has the pleasures of the flesh and that she can feel the sun. However, he also talks about the darker side of her where she feels the anger rise and the satisfying hate. He tells her that if she had to kill, she wouldn't shoot the bullet late. He asks her not to judge him and to come closer to the cage. He talks about how he ate to feed and killed in kind. He asks her if she can hear the echos in her mind.




Line by Line Meaning

Clarisse what perfume you wearing today no don't tell me I know
Venom is familiar with Clarisse's perfume and can recognize it without Clarisse telling him


And the soap that you washed with
Venom is attuned to Clarisse's hygiene routine, even down to what soap she uses


Come to me don't feel scared I'm not going to bite
Venom wants Clarisse to feel safe around him and not be afraid


Well maybe just a little maybe just a might
Despite his reassurances, Venom acknowledges that he still might be a threat to Clarisse


You know without windows without the wind the rain or snow
Venom is reflecting on the isolation and lack of sensory experience in his current situation


I feel somewhat strange but of course all this you know
Venom is experiencing odd sensations due to his confinement, but assumes Clarisse is already aware of this


Tell me about the lambs Clarisse tell me why you're scared
Venom is curious about what frightens Clarisse, specifically her fear of lambs


I know when your father died something died in there
Venom is aware that Clarisse was deeply affected by her father's death and has been changed by the experience


To see simplicity in any mortal thing is a gift few men have
Venom is musing about the rarity of appreciating simplicity in life


What makes a killer a madman it's not disgusting it's sad
Venom is questioning the relationship between madness and murder, suggesting that killers are not simply monstrous, but also pitiable


I dream of trees now I smell the sea don't you find that fun
Venom is reminiscing about sensory experiences in nature and wondering if Clarisse can relate to those feelings


You have the pleasures of the flesh Clarisse you can feel the sun
Venom is alluding to Clarisse's ability to experience physical pleasures in life, such as feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin


But on the darker side you feel the anger rise you feel the satisfying hate
Venom is acknowledging that Clarisse also experiences negative emotions like anger and hate


And if you had to kill against your strongest will you wouldn't shoot that bullet late
Venom believes that Clarisse is capable of killing in certain circumstances, even if it goes against her moral code


Please don't judge me so wait just before you go come up closer to the cage
Venom wants Clarisse to withhold judgement until she understands him better, and invites her closer to his confinement


Let me taste the smells of your own body cells you mustn't covert me with rage
Venom is suggesting that smelling Clarisse's body will calm him down and prevent him from lashing out


I ate to feed I killed in kind you believe me don't you hear the echos in your mind
Venom is justifying his past actions of killing and cannibalism by saying they were necessary for survival


They say I'm insane don't they but do they really know why
Venom is doubting the accuracy of his diagnosis of insanity, and wondering if anyone truly understands him


They say I'm nothing but a cannibal can't understand or even try
Venom feels misunderstood and harshly judged for his cannibalistic tendencies


For in the night when I whisper from my cell and play my pshyciatric game
Venom is suggesting that his behavior in confinement is part of a larger psychological game he is playing


In the morning when the inmate's dead they hang a new one to my fame
Venom boasts about how his killings have earned him notoriety among fellow inmates and prison staff


If I walked the streets a free man in the heat I couldn't terrify a crowd
Venom recognizes that he is only frightening because he is confined, and that he has no power over people in the outside world


But in a silent home where we'd be all alone you'd need to freshen up a shroud
Venom suggests that, in a different context (such as being alone with Clarisse), he would have the power to kill her


Please believe I couldn't hurt you I'd try to make you feel
Venom is attempting to reassure Clarisse that he won't hurt her, and would rather make her feel comfortable


Welcomed like a friend I'd have you over for a meal
Venom is suggesting that, instead of killing Clarisse, he would rather invite her over for a meal as a friend


Then I'd tear at your silken breast rip out the heart beating and bloody
Venom's reassurances were falsified, as he is still fantasizing about violently killing Clarisse and tearing out her heart


Gnaw with lust at your soften neck cutting and spitting and cooking you slowly
Venom is imagining mutilating and cooking Clarisse's corpse, expressing his cannibalistic desires


Feed you up like a blooded boar fruit in the mouth and garnished with roses
Venom is describing his imagined feast of Clarisse's flesh in graphic detail


Feel nothing for you anymore deader than hell a meal for a hungry man
Venom is expressing that Clarisse's body would simply be a meal to him, devoid of any emotional significance or value beyond sustenance




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@Distrik81

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



All comments from YouTube:

@zeitkugel

Great track from one of the most underrated metal albums ever!

@DaidohYuzan

Underrated, not really, much worse than the previous and next album they released.

@Plookify

This song is so perfect and beautifull i feel goosebumps and weep, masterpiece

@pablohaubert4798

Opa opa opa... ce é loko mano, esse som é foda hahaha
Ulisses o brabo

@brabiz67

Really cool. An underrated album, as is most of their catalogue

@davidvictor5937

Memória sobrenatural

@696legion

Amazing lyrics!

@orgasmatron1916

The Silence of the Lambs!

@696legion

Yeah man, Hannibal rules! :)

@Distrik81

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

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