Life in a box
by pageninetynine
From the album: Document #8
Track 3 of 9 on Document #8 (2001).
Duration: 01:38
Lyrics for Life in a box
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