She was the color of TV Her mouth could render like a metal snake All of Holy Wood was sad They'd remembered that this is Valentines Day
Flies are waiting
In the shadow of the Valley of Death In the shadow of the Valley of Death Slit our wrists and send us to heaven The first flower after the flood
I saw that pregnant girl today She didn't know that it was dead inside Even though it was alive Some of us are really born to die
Flies are waiting
In the shadow of the Valley of Death In the shadow of the Valley of Death Slit our wrists and send us to heaven The first flower after the flood
In the shadow of the Valley of Death In the shadow of the Valley of Death In the shadow of the Valley of Death In the shadow of the Valley of Death In the shadow of the Valley of Death In the shadow of the Valley of Death In the shadow of the Valley of Death In the shadow of the Valley of Death __________________
She was the color of TV her mouth curled under like a metal snake although Holy Wood was sad they'd remember this as Valentine's day
flies are waiting
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
slit our wrists and send us to heaven the first flower after the flood
I saw that pregnant girl today she didn't know that it was dead inside even though it was alive some of us are really born to die
flies are waiting
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
slit our wrists and send us to heaven the first flower after the flood
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death In the Shadow of the Valley of Death