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 fucking 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 death