The Valley Of Death

Spit glee and roll in the ladder
Magazines filled with ********
Trying to sell me something I don't need
About long hate and how I got drunk last night
I had a heart of stone but you turn it to my horse/horns
Ahw, Into the valley of death
With your will on my back
Oh, twisted and deformed, my wishes are, that you gave..
It's not your fault, I've been ripped apart
But you know, you didn't have
You know, you didn't have
Oooooooooohh