While you wait on the final chapter, Kris has been busy writing new songs. Check out her latest lyrics, Necrophiliac, in my book of scrambled unsung poetry, Written in Braille!

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That kiss on my cold lips
Is it meant to wake me
Hate to break it to ya, babe
But that's not how this
Demented love story goes
Keep swiping those fingertips
And no, don't you skip a page

Heart's still pumping
Oh, but nothing but black
Runs through these veins
Yeah, I'm just a stack of bones
Held up by worn strings
On display, manipulated by a
A necro, necrophiliac...