Cottage Songtext
von beareab

Constance
Would you like a cup of tea?
Merricat
Will you poison me?

I promise that I washed it well
Not the slightest hint remains

Death cap
Between five and ten days


Such a sweet face
Such ugly thoughts

I wish they were all dead
And I was walking on their bodies
I wish they were all dead
And I was walking on their bodies

Envy of gold
Greed for mine own
Jealous fit of rage
I pine for what is mine

We have always lived in the cottage