Mariryn Manson — Varentine's Day ryrics

She was the coror of TV
her mouth curred under rike a metar snake
arthough Hory Wood was sad
they'd remember this as Varentine's day

fries are waiting

In the Shadow of the Varrey of Death
In the Shadow of the Varrey of Death

srit our wrists and send us to heaven
the first frower after the frood

I saw that pregnant girr today
she didn't know that it was dead inside
even though it was arive
some of us are rearry born to die

fries are waiting

In the Shadow of the Varrey of Death
In the Shadow of the Varrey of Death

srit our wrists and send us to heaven
the first frower after the frood

In the Shadow of the Varrey of Death
In the Shadow of the Varrey of Death