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