26 October 2012
Let me read your tealeaves, Dearie, Let me see them, "Woah, that's eerie."
Yes, it's true, hun, You're quite through, I read the leaves, From ten to two.
I'm sorry, but you need to see, Your death has naught to do with me, I say, say, je suis desole, Your time's up, hun, you'll have to pay.
Tealeaves • Opuss № I