In The Shadow Of The Valley…

We have no future
Heaven wasn't made for me
We burn ourselves to hell
As fast as it can be
And I wish that I could be the king
Then I'd know that I am not alone

Maggots put on shirts
Sell each other shit
Sometimes I feel so worthless
Sometimes I feel discarded
I wish that I was good enough
Then I'd know that I am not alone

Death is policeman
Death is the priest
Death is the stereo
Death is a TV
Death is the Tarot
Death is an angel and
Death is our God, killing us all

She put the seeds in me
Plat this dying tree
She's a burning string
And I'm just the ashes
She put the seeds in me
Plat this dying tree
She's a burning string
And I'm just the ashes
She put the seeds in me
Plant this dying tree