Оригинален текст
Dead on her feet no pulse remains,
Frail bones and empty veins,
Shes 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,
Shes 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 youre dying inside,
But thats okay with me,
Youre 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 its just not fair,
Shes zombified, horrified and quite alright,
Only comes out in the dead of night,
Straight from the grave and shes all mine,
Shes 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 youre dying inside,
But thats okay with me,
Youre my Flatline Valentine.
I love you more when you tell me youre mine,
I love you more when the screen shows a Flatline,
I love you more when its me youre eating,
I love you more when your hearts 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 thats okay with me,
Youre my Flatline Valentine,
Youre my Flatline Valentine,
Youre my Flatline Valentine,
Youre my Flatline Valentine,
Youre my Flatline Valentine.