Apathy and afterbirth. Wasted seeds growing in the dirt. Could it be our paths always weave. I believe in mortality. But I don't care. I don't care at all. I don't care no more. In the air apples leave the tree. In the garden snakes are scheming. Misery and the merciful. Company for the gullible. I don't care at all. I don't care no more. I'm just wastin' time. Got you on my mind.... Empathy for the cynical. Apathy and I don't care. Seeds are sewing behind every glare. Cruel roots anchor into the Earth. Afterbirth never leaves the dirt. I don't care at all. I don't care no more. I'm just wastin' time. Got you on my mind...