Body and Soul

Someday they'll take my body.

Make it like their own.

Forced to shamble aimlessly,

Uttering gasps and groans.

…

And with the body comes the soul,

Least that's what Leland believes.

Would such things lie within the walkers,

Or would they sail free?

…

In the end it doesn't matter,

To me, they mean jack shit.

Just take my soul and body,

Just give me another hit.