The ghost of the palliative care ward have been following me
Whispering through the clear plastic lining over their dead bodies
Their diapers and their feces still on the hospital sheets
They’re dead but they’re still up walking around
And they say to me, “death is pretty sweet”

We’re in the valley of the dead
Cremated bodies in the air
And the rotten ones underneath
Where we harvest the food we eat
I’m not scared of death because death’s all over me

I’ve been spending my time hanging out in hospital wards
Bringing flowers and love letters to my quadriplegic baby
The ache of his colostomy bag and his blood transfusions
His medication makes him so sleepy
But he still whispers to me, “death is pretty sweet”

We’re in the valley of the dead,
Bodies turn to liquid in the heat,
The particles crawl into our pours
And they soak into our wooden floors,
I’m not scared of death because death’s all over me
I’m not scared of death because death’s all over me