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