In The Shadow Of The Valley Of Death

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 a king

then I'd know that I am not alone

Maggots put on shirts

Sell each others 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 puts the seeds in me

plant this dying tree

she's a burning string

and I'm just the ashes

she put the seeds in me

plant this dying tree

she's a burning string

and I'm just the ashes