Contessa Miseria

I’ve run into her a few times, pretty drunk
They called her Countess Misery
For her coldness
She was desperately alone
On the brink of sixty
Sadly wrapped in flashy ostrich feathers and tacky
hardware
On the wall of her house, the writing
Countess Misery
Life, sooner or later
Settles her debts
Countess Misery
Life, sooner or later
Hits you out of the blue
In her eyes, the constant terror of time passing
And she would’ve given anything for an elixir
of long life
She was desperately alone
On the brink of sixty
Sweetly lost in glorious memories soaked in powders and
rien ne va plus
Countess Misery
Life, sooner or later
Settles her debts
Countess Misery
Life, sooner or later
Hits you out of the blue
Without asking
Without warning
Countess Misery
Her mind frozen at twenty
A victim of the deception of this century
Chasing the myth of beautiful forms
And cosmetic surgery
Countess Misery
The mind doesn’t change
Countess Misery
The mind doesn’t change
Countess Misery
The mind doesn’t change
Countess Misery
The mind doesn’t change
Misery
misery