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Valentine's Day

A continuance of the metaphor for the relationship between Manson and Rose McGowan. Coma (the relationship) is now dead, abandoned by her for the seclusive nature under which 'Holy Wood' was developed; Manson took extra incentive in writing the emotive lyrics. Valentine's Day - not pretty in the eyes of Manson. Contradictory to the norm (as with most facets of life), Manson holds defective memories as Valentine's Day was the day his relationship with Missi turned sour. In this nature, it is a touch of irony that, "Although Holy Wood was sad, they'd remember this day as Valentine's Day" (sic)

"She was the color of TV"

TV encapsulates a grey, static image, with which colour intimittently fades in and out of - spots of vanishing life. The relationship is truly dead, as is adamantly described by Manson. "Flies are waiting" alludes to this fact. The fact that flies were in fact waiting draws us to the conclusion that the sour end to their relationship was duly impending. Encroaching upon them, exacerbating on Valentine's Day.

"I saw that pregnant girl today
she didn't know that it was dead inside
even though it was alive
some of us are really born to die"

This verse expertly intertwines two precepts in a deft touch of poetic parallelism. Missi, his former girlfriend, had become pregnant, bearing a child of Manson. However, opting for an abortion, Manson laments, "I sat in the women's clinic waiting room, imagining what was going on just three rooms away as the doctors put a rod the size of a matchstick, with two tiny thread-like strands jutting from the top, up into Missi's cervix, causing it to dilate before tearing out the brain of our child with a pair of forceps." Thus a comparison is made between the foetus' destruction, and the spirit within him being crushed by the break-up.

Furthermore, Manson could well be alluding to the conception of love between he and Missy. In true fact, the bond they shared was destined only to die. The love had blossomed, yet, served only as an illusory hope.