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
