Bone Box - Embalmer

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