Artist: Sum 41
Album: Chuck
Song: Welcome To Hell
Label: Island Records

Don't come to me with your problems,
I don't need them.
Your conscience is a weight,
That I won't hold.
You'd rather be,
The only one who pretends,
Is it cause you've been bought and sold,
So young.

Don't ask me questions,
Cause I don't got the answers.
If you only knew what time would tell.
It's all a test,
And lessons that you can't learn.
You'll know when you spend your time in hell.

So as your bloods running thin,
Your time's running out.
No one will be listening,
Not even when you shout.
When your angels turn to devils,
You'll finally figure out,
That no one will be with you in the end.

A hipocrit,
Your just a contradiction,
Wrapped up your lies,
Who knows what's real?
Well this is it,
Your lonely life of fiction.
Do you even know how to feel?

So as your bloods runnning thin,
Your time's runnning out.
No one will be listening,
Not even when you shout.
When your angels turn to devils,
You'll finally figure out,
That no one will be with you in the end.

So as your bloods runnning thin,
Your time's runnning out.
No one will be listening,
Not even when you shout.
When your angels turn to devils,
You'll finally figure out,
That no one will be with you in the end.

The end.
The end.
The end.