What would there be
As the river of sadness turns into sea
Could there be another thousand stories like you and me
Wanted a heart, wanted a soul
More than anything else in this world
But we are doomed
Our flesh and wounds
I would never give in
Just like the Moon does
We rise and shine and fall
Over you that I
Rise and shine and crawl
Victims aren't we all!
What would there be
Beyond the eyes of Brandon Lee
Could there be
A revenging angel
Left to bleed
Wanted the truth, wanted the faith
More than anything else in this world
But we are doomed
Body and soul marooned
I would never give in
Just like the Moon does
We rise and shine and fall
Over you that I
Rise and shine and crawl
Victims aren't we all!
She likes to sleep her nights with the window open wide
Just in case her Dark Prince
would come by the silvery light
She lives with her two cats
a "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 lightning's something she adores
like Frankenstein's Bride
She's 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 Absinthe after giving head
Christina Death
I know you before we ever met
Christina Death
Smokes cigarettes in her bed
Christina Death
Paints her lips every night blood red
Christina Death
Whispers Dracula in her bed
Christina Death
I know you before we ever met
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