text: She likes to sleep her nights with the windows open wide
  Just in case her Dark Prince would come by the silvery light
  She lives with her two cats and please no ads sign on her door
  Memories in her photo books some of them still a bit sore
  Christina Death
  Smokes cigarettes in her bed
  Christina Death
  Paints her lips every night blood red
  She hates Christmas nights more than dressing up in white
  The lightnings something she adores like Frankensteins Bride
  Shes obsessed with the Hollywood Book of Dead
  Church yards give her more
  No room for the living in her heart cold as 1334
  Christina Death
  Smokes cigarettes in her bed
  Christina Death
  Paints her lips every night blood red
  Christina Death
  Drinks Absinth after giving head
  Christina Death
  I know you before we ever met