Sometimes, the truth is too painful.
In the Valley of White Horses
far beneath the mountain snow
stands a silent angel watching
for what, we’ll never know.
Let loose those false delusions
shoot up, or use the spoon
the Valley of White Horses
is just inside this room.
So lock away your mind now
numb out all the pain
the voices that cry warnings
keep trapped inside your brain.
And as you float above it
the world will turn away
the Valley of White Horses
is not the place to play.
Addiction is the answer
but the question seems aloof
death and pain are real here
but I can find the truth.
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