Heat of the Valley

I've got a bet in the valley
I've got a dead friend in the valley
I won't bite its hand
I'm sorry
'cause I know it's grabbing at those
Who relax in the back of the pack

I ride a screaming metal bird through the winter
Due south I break bread
With the arid river bed
I won't speak for the pack
And I'm sorry
They do favors at the function
Can't act like I don't know that

Blinded by the heat of the valley
Blinded by the heat of the valley
Blinded by the heat of the valley
Blinded by the heat of the valley

I arrive to greet the writers of the information atom bomb
They wear tech and speak tech
There's magic in their dialect
How could they not hold up an ideal like mine
Have they always known what I only now realize
I kick off the snow
And put on their clothes
The banquet's looking blurry so we follow our nose

Blinded by the heat of the valley
Blinded by the heat of the valley
Blinded by the heat of the valley
Blinded by the heat of the valley



Credits
Writer(s): Orion Riitters
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