Life in a Box letra

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...
idiots, well I know, yes I know what this is about.
I have most definetly figured you out, behind your vile smile there is more teeth than I can count and a pair of hours to go with your lying grin.

Page Ninety Nine - Letras

• Ballad of Circling Vultures
• Comedy of Christ
• Hotel Nevada, 1982
• In Love with an Apparition
• Life in a Box
• My application to Heaven
• Punk Rock in the Wrong Hands
• Ruiner of Life
• Skin Pack
• Sounds of gravesites (upturned)
• The Hollowed out Chest of a Dead Horse
• We Left as Skeletons
• Your Face is a Rape Scene