The ghosts 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
"d**h 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 d**h because d**h'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
"d**h is pretty sweet"
We're in the Valley of the Dead
Bodies turn to liquid in the heat
The particles crawl into our pores
And they soak into our wooden floors
I'm not scared of d**h because d**h's all over me
I'm not scared of d**h because d**h's all over me