I see that moon rising
Drawb swollen in the sky
My soul begins to splinter
Hot daggers in my mind
I'll still be walking when I die
Somne kind of noose been swinging
Over our shallow graves
Some kind of segment crawling
Out on those rusted rails
I'll still be walking when I die
There's and echo, deep in my brain
Or a bad place, that I feel roams the race
To the clingons, of three broken clocks
And the marching, won't ever stop
Some cross our nature coming
Bells chime an awful sound
The trees are far dead hollow
Bad waste were all around
I'll still be walking when I die
Well all this time in pa**ing
Just let her ate my mom
Black caller down and laughing
Black dog howl clinging bones
He'll still be walking when he dies
He'll still be walking when he dies
He'll still be walking when he dies