Lyrics:
She was the color of TVHer mouth curled under like a metal snakeAlthough Holy Wood was sadThey'd remember this as Valentine's dayFlies are waitingIn the Shadow of the Valley of DeathIn the Shadow of the Valley of DeathSlit our wrists and send us to heavenThe first flower after the floodI saw that pregnant girl todayShe didn't know that it was dead insideEven though it was aliveSome of us are really born to dieFlies are waitingIn the Shadow of the Valley of DeathIn the Shadow of the Valley of DeathSlit our wrists and send us to heavenThe first flower after the floodIn the Shadow of the Valley of DeathIn the Shadow of the Valley of Death