Dead on her feet no pulse remains,
Frail bones and empty veins,
She’s cold as ice and twice as nice,
Slugs and snails not sugar and spice,
Creepy crawlies crawl through her hair,
She likes the dark under the stairs,
Love with a twist, spine out of line,
She’s my Flatline Valentine,
My Flatline Valentine.
The life in you is there,
For all to see,
With the creatures,
That have made their home in you,
Well you’re dying inside,
But that’s okay with me,
You’re my Flatline Valentine.
There was nothing the doctors could do,
Her eyes rolled back and her lips went blue,
She looked at me with that cold blank stare,
Why did this happen? Well it’s just not fair,
She’s zombified, horrified and quite alright,
Only comes out in the dead of night,
Straight from the grave and she’s all mine,
She’s my Flatline Valentine,
My Flatline Valentine.
The life in you is there,
For all to see,
With the creatures,
That have made their home in you,
Well you’re dying inside,
But that’s okay with me,
You’re my Flatline Valentine.
I love you more when you tell me you’re mine,
I love you more when the screen shows a Flatline,
I love you more when it’s me you’re eating,
I love you more when your heart’s not beating.
The life in you is there,
For all to see,
With the creatures,
That have made their home in you,
Well you're dying inside,
But that’s okay with me,
You’re my Flatline Valentine,
You’re my Flatline Valentine,
You’re my Flatline Valentine,
You’re my Flatline Valentine,
You’re my Flatline Valentine. |
