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