Vultures In the Valley

Vultures In The Valley Nick Rush Scavenging every square inch of the field, nothing makes them stop or yield. They are the ones who scour the valley, they are the ones who creep in the alley. They are the ones who can smell from afar, with the others they shall rally; awh the vultures in the valley, I won’t let ‘em get to me. They wait ‘till the deed is done, then clean up the mess when the race is run. They are the ones who stalk in the alley, trying to add a few more to their tally. They are the ones preying on the poor soul, tiptoeing throughout the valley; awh the vultures that surround me, don’t let ‘em get to you. They strike when the iron’s cooling down, scraping up what’s left in town. They are the ones who ravage the helpless, never do they fail in the process. They are the ones cleaning up for the real crime, gravedigging for their bosses; awh the vultures take the losses, the killers are not shown. So when you see the vultures, prey on a victim of your culture, know that they are just the ones who shoulder all the blame, as the forces above are set to conceal the actual culprits name. So when you see, below the trees, the vultures in the valley, you are missing acts 1 and 2; only catching the finale. See beyond what’s shown, don’t let ‘em fool you too, the ones above the vultures, want you without a clue.