| Valentine's Day 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 |
Dia De Valentine Era a cor da tevê sua boca ondulou abaixo como uma serpente do metal embora holy a madeira era sad recordariam este como o dia de Valentine as moscas estão esperando Na sombra do vale da morte Na sombra do vale da morte corte nossos pulsos e emita-nos ao heaven a primeira flor após a inundação Eu vi essa menina grávida hoje não soube que era interior inoperante mesmo que estivesse vivo alguns de nós são carregados realmente morrer as moscas estão esperando Na sombra do vale da morte Na sombra do vale da morte corte nossos pulsos e emita-nos ao heaven a primeira flor após a inundação Na sombra do vale da morte Na sombra do vale da morte |