16.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
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