Bones

They're going out to meet inside an empty warehouseto hatch a plan to run me out of townThey'll come when I sleepthey'll circle the houseput cyanide into the water pipeswait til I walk out fall onto my kneesto surround methen they'll drive me outto the wastelandto leave me for the wolvesto eat my faceWe'll sit and stare as the maggots eat out my eyelids and my earswe'll sit and stare as the maggots eat out my eyelids and my earsThey'll all laugh about it til i'm not aroundwhen my body's rotten and hollowwhen the rats are finished i'm gonenothing left except for my bones