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   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