he was the color of TV
Her mouth coiled under like a metal snake
All the Holy Wood was sad
They'd remembered this is Valentine's Day
(???) are waiting
In the shadow of the valley of death(2x)
Slit our wrists, and send us to heaven
No first flower after the flood
I saw the pregnant girl today
She didn't know that it was dead inside
Even though it was it was alive
Some of us are really born to die
In the shadow of the valley of death(2x)
Slit our wrists, and send us to heaven
No first flower after the flood
