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 the 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 put 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