Pg.99 Life In A Box Lyrics

It seems to be cold in here, inside the empty head of
you. The end of you. When you speak, your pink, pink pout
spouts out poison, and without a doubt, they believe in
you. Idiot, well I know, yes I know, what this is about. I have most definitely figured you out. Behind your vile
smile, here is more teeth than I can count and a pair of
horns to go with your lying grin.