Paroles de Valley Of The Dead

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