Death's Song - City and Colour

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 harvaged 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

Singing my death song

Singing my death song

Singing my death song

This is my death song