Page 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 snout
spouts out poison, and
wihtout a doubt they believe
in you... idiots, well i know, yes
i know what this about, i
have most definately figured you
out, behind your vile smile
there is more teeth then i can
count and a pair of hounds to go
with your lying again.