Lying in a box, twisted and decayed Waiting for the hearse to carry you away Thrown in the mud, maggots fill the grave In the bone box left to f**ing rot.. ROTTTTT!!!!!! Dead and buried lying in a box, six feet under for the worms to eat Stiff and cold covered up with rocks, to decay in the dirt Rotten stench Bodies decay Rot with Rick Rot away Insets feed on what's left of your skin Maggots crawl out and they crawl back in Shredded entrails the last of what's left You're dead, you're buried, the bone box is your d**h