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