Rake Garden - My Voice (Is What Will Be Left When I'm Dead, So Listen To It) | Текст песни

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My Voice Is What Will Be Left When I’m Dead, So Listen To It”
Last night I felt some sticky liquid
Was pouring out of my neck
My arms were laying down so feebly
This misery made me a wreck
I didn’t try to stop this bleeding
So by the morning I was dead

Chorus:
My bed is like a pool of blood
The death caught me right at the flood

I didn’t know who made me wounded
Maybe I didn’t want to find it out
I wanted you to come and mend it
But death was first to kiss my mouth
A little bird is what my love to you
Last night it pecked my neck through

Chorus X 2

This bird will sing my songs toyou
And though I’m dead I hope you’ll hear it
I didn’t notice how despair jus tgrew
My voice is what remains of me, so feel it

Chorus X 2

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