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