It comes from the valley down below
Where the youth never grows
They live in houses without any windows
They have no souls, only shadows
It's coming for you and there's nothing you can do about it
It'll catch you
You'll finish somewhere beneath the widow saints
The weather, the waters, the willow tree
Don't turn your back, don't turn your back
Don't turn your back, don't turn your back
Don't turn your back, don't turn your back
It comes from the valley down below
Where no more crops will ever grow
It feeds on your mental imagery
It races in your veins like cancer
Fish in the sea of your over fueled body
Don't let it take you to the edge
Walk on your hands towards it, embrace it
Sit in total darkness where it lies
Don't turn your back, don't turn your back
Don't turn your back, don't turn your back
Don't turn your back, don't turn your back