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