The necklace of Marie Antoinette

I'll make it look like an accident

I'll make it look like he was trying to hurt me

I'll make it seem like i was innocent 

I'll make him wish he had never met me

I'll make it look like a suicide

I'll make it look like it was meant to be

I'll make the strychnine taste like raspberry tea

I fear for your soul

I know me, I'm so low

I spread the soul poison quietly

 
I make him think that he wanted it from me

 
I make it seem like I'm innocent

 This disease will feel like solidarity

 
I know me

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