Pilotdrift
Caught In My Trap
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
From Letras Mania