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When i was young, i spent my time in woods
I had my staff, my knife, my trusty shoes
And birds were chirping their hello at me
And road was easy as a road could be
But growing older i remember now
All sticks and bottles, that i passed somehow
They got outsmarted by the shades of pink
I almost found myself on casm's brink
And i sing
To all the enemies - forevermore;
I keep on walking through like i was before
And seeing waste where there's once were woods
But i still have my staff, my knife, my shoes
With em i check my only, weird way
With them i gut and stab those caught in fray
With them i walk about, but never run
And go my own way till I'm done
To all who love, although they might be few
With staff i show you what all walkers do
With knife i cut my bred for you to share
My boots leave footsteps if you only dare
Don't follow me and i won't judge too harsh
Or follow now, but change your pace to march
For me it's easy, but for you it's not
Because i drenched myself in my own blood
And chord
To all, who's left behind - we'll see you there
To those who follow us - see if we care
To all who's judging - may you burn in hell
To those who worship - find another gospel
Oh well