Ghost Valley

Went for a bike ride today And so much to my dismay There were carcass' everywhere In my spokes and in my hair Balloon head staring back at me Don't know where it's going to be Ignoring impending doom Going underneath their feet Things were not so nice today Somewhat unpleasant display These are things that happen here No one knows they're real nor there People staring back at me I don't care what they're going to be Embracing impending doom Constantly beneath the moon And it's always A little bit colder A little bit older You won't see me smolder You might see me rot In the valley of the ghost