What becomes of me,
when you stop listening
do i disappear into the silence

or return from the void with brand new life
will i find a resting place
somewhere to wash my hands and face
gathering the harvest for all i need
collapsing into this place of ease

i'm singing my death song
singing my death song
singing my death song
this is my death song

singing my death song
singing my death song
singing my death song
singing my death song
this is my death song

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