I Found Hell - Effigy

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