Come up into my attic, this will be your home
deep in slave quarters, where no one comes to roam
behind a bolted door, to which but I hold the key
safely locked up in a small cage you will be

In public, my slaves, I'll treat you all so polite
when in my house, You'll feel nothing but fright
I must be more careful, their eyes are on me
a girl fell to her death as she was trying to flee

The Savage Mistress of New Orleans - Madame LaLaurie
The most sadistic slave keeper the world did ever see

To my whims you're a victim, you're my little toys
in torture I find pleasure, you're my own personal joy
I'll pull out your intestines and make pretty bows
let's gouge out your eyes and your lips shut sew

I'll drill a hole in your skull to stir up your brains
your body I shall contort in angles so strange
you could resemble a crab, if I had my will
soon you may die, but you I never wanted to kill

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