Thursday, February 14, 2008

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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Desde el 2003 más o menos que escucho esta canción de Marilyn Manson todos los años en esta fecha. No sé por qué, pero me gusta mucho. Y eso que ya no escucho tanto a Marilyn Manson. Pero tiene algo, supongo.
Y hoy, además, estoy melancólico. No es la fecha de San Valentín ni nada de eso, no le doy pelota, y la verdad que para sentirme solo están los demás días. No es una fecha especial, pero hoy estoy así. Como longing for yesterday... y pensando mucho.

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