Moodie Black - Linen Funerals [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I never rot the way that others do
Knew from baby feathers I was better tryna always clip this cheddar
Mass defender
The cast I'm in is not the proper color pallete pastor worded father here's your sinner
From baby birth to now the power links the genders
No one notices im walking in both gardens barefoot and embarassed
I'm just a touch impoverished to my backword brethen mammals of the mighty sculptures
Hiding in the bushes. Who you fucking?
I'm just as strong as any girl, so where the fuck's my weapon at your scary hacks
Afriad to be who you is on the weekends
The rapping blanket suffocates the African Americana
Wets the flaming men from modern prairies to the ghettos...not at all...

What will you wear when you die?

Remember I was three the flowers got the best of me
I vanished in the blanket of a locked room
I could tell what I would do was not of talking
Baby bad and never thinking, keep the human in the closet
Bury him in softest linen. Ridicule all horses will, not allowed dressed in fields
Loving what I never bought, not allowed, had to steal. Never softer not a guy
Something bout these fangs I'm hanging, paranoid. I'm paralyzed...

What will you wear when you die?