I'M COMING UNHINGED AS I WALK WITH THE DEAD

Sometimes I'm feeling so cold,

And, up my legs is creeping green mold,

I'm not living they said,

Because I walk with the dead,

Eating the flesh of the young and the old,

So, how did I get in this place?

I got bit by my friend, Robert Ace,

Then, the infection got bad,

Soon I died, it's so sad,

I tried to sue but, no one took my case,

I won't wander for an eternity,

Because my flesh, it rots off of me,

After I've human flesh binged,

My bones will become all unhinged,

And, their nutrients will feed some old tree.