[00:01.74]The ghosts of the palliative care ward
[00:07.84]Have been following me
[00:15.82]Whispering through the clear plastic lining
[00:21.00]Over their dead bodies
[00:29.48]Their diapers and their feces still on the hospital sheets
[00:42.16]They’re dead but they’re still up walking around
[00:47.50]And they say to me, “Death is pretty sweet”
[01:00.48]We’re in the valley of the dead, cremated bodies in the air
[01:13.26]And the rotten ones underneath
[01:19.80]Where we harvest the food we eat
[01:27.28]I’m not scared of death because death’s all over me
[01:40.29]I’ve been spending my time hanging out in hospital wards
[01:54.05]Bringing flowers and love letters to my quadriplegic baby
[02:07.99]The ache of his colostomy bag and his blood transfusions
[02:20.28]His medication makes him so sleepy
[02:25.30]But he still whispers to me, “Death is pretty sweet”
[02:39.00]We’re in the valley of the dead,
[02:46.03]Bodies turn to liquid in the heat
[02:53.04]The particles crawl into our pores
[02:59.80]And they soak into our wooden floors
[03:07.48]I’m not scared of death because death’s all over me
[03:20.32]I’m not scared of death because death’s all over me