No one says a thing but you know what they're thinking You know you're special you sick in the air like you're real Looking down you see the stigmata The holes are in your arms but it's close enough if you're real, and you are Sit back and attack or ignore the world Wasting away all the boys and girls Television is your part in the play All seeing God with nothing to say I found hell, I found hell I found hell, I found hell Washing down the finest fast food in the land A poison-pop, remote control in your hand Making sure you can still say enough Sure I can do anything fucked up I found hell, I found hell I found hell, I found hell
