Poor obsolete man - I’m a burden to you all. You're leavin' me out in the cold. My spine's collapsing - can't remember what I'm told. My entity gives way to mold. We're growing old - our functions go. We're moving slow - scraping the bone. We grow cold. Maxxing atrophy - turning back into an egg. My brittle frame covers in folds. My teeth are free from the oppression of the jaw. Got a Swiss cheese colon and an artery full of spitballs. We're growing old - our functions go. We're moving slow - scraping the bone. We grow cold