The Valley Don’t Touch Me

Oh, whoa, yeah. Oh, whoa.

Oh, whoa. Some folks freeze when the shadow smile,

when the almost human stares too long. A shiver crawls up their spine

in silence like something in the picture is wrong. They feel it

deep, like a warning bell, a glitch inside their heartbeat's code.

But I just walk through the white space crowd like it's any other road.

'Cause the valley don't touch me. No cold skin mystery shakes my bones.

Where others see ghosts in the circuitry, I just see faces made of