Sadly Sunday - A Royal Appointment

Basement Killer

A room to rot
A hundred wings
To catch them all
Is the thing I most desire
The dance is on
The flies I burn
I possess them all
In a little jar of mine

My war goes on
Pollute and spit
That's the fruit I hold
That I carry all the time
The flies I own
I dress them up
Just to mock them all
I take pictures just for fun

I dissect the flies and leave them up to dry
I dissect the flies and leave them up to dry
That's why it slits

The spell I cast
To reel them in
I want them bad

I dug a hole
And climbed inside
My grave so cold
One night's okay
But for one whole life
I began to fold

Credits
Writer(s): Magnusson Charlie Bengt Haakan, Wingstrand Jonathan Carl Whirlwind, Fredrika Fideli Michaelsdotter Hagberg
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