Dead Man Walking

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 passing
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