She was the color of T.V.
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