Pg 99 - Life In A Box lyrics

It seems to be cold in here, inside the empty head of you The end of you It seems to be cold in here, inside the empty head of you The end of you When you When you speak, your pink, pink pout spouts out poison And without a doubt, they believe you, idiot Well I know, yes I know, what this is about I have most definitely figured you out And a pair of horns to go with your lying grin