In the Valley

In the valley of the valley of the land of no wind

There’s a skull-covered truck where adults play pretend

I taped over the beginning, but you won't miss the end

In the valley of the valley of the land of no wind

In the outskirts of the outskirts of the town in your mind

Where the things only move in the corner of your eye

Gunshots ring out ‘til infinity time

In the outskirts of the outskirts of the town in your mind

In the foothills of the foothills of the mountain of death

Where the trees smell like cum and all your friends are depressed

Patrolling the perimeters are the soldiers of meth

In the foothills of the foothills of the mountain of death

And in the wake of the wake of the world in decline

Where everything tastes like a plan gone awry

So soon to grieve the dream that will die

In the wake of the wake of this terrible time

In the valley of the valley of the land of no wind

There’s a flesh-covered truck with a shit-eating grin

The beginning was bad and so will be the end

In the valley of the valley of the land of no wind

In the valley of the valley of the land of no wind