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...

remember we were kids things were simple wife was good everything he won't could fit into a box or you were only two sessions and wants a place that made you feel secure time first collected...