Christina Death
She lives with her two cats, a 'Please no ads' sign on her door
Christina Death
Paints her lips every night blood red
The lightning's something she adores like Frankenstein's Bride
Smokes cigarettes in her bed
Christina Death
Christina Death
Christina Death
Christina Death
Christina Death
Christina Death
No room for the living in her heart cold as 1334
I know you before we ever met
Smokes cigarettes in her bed
Waits For Dracula in her bed
Smokes cigarettes in her bed
Christina Death
Christina Death
Memories in her photo books, some of them still a bit sore
Paints her lips every night blood red
Christina Death
Paints her lips every night blood red
Christina Death
Church yards give her more
Drinks Absinthe after giving head
Christina Death
Christina Death
Christina Death
She hates Christmas nights more than dressing up in white
She's obsessed with the Hollywood Book of Dead
I know you before we ever met
