Credits
Lyrics
My sewn up lips by your black fingertips
Cold entwined and evermore
Openings and closings
Something you can't ever find
Vivid pumpkins grin in nines
It's only imagination, baby
You are the death
You are the death of me
In everything you do
We are but one burning fun
Falling endlessly in hell
It was our choice for all eternity
Closing your eyes while driving along
Crashing in to murder walls
Rebel angels and the victims of our youth
You are the death
You are the death of me
In everything you do
Written by: David Calabrese, James Calabrese, Robert Calabrese
