Apathy

You don't care about anything at all

No the apathy, oh the apathy

Oh the apathy, oh the apathy

I don't understand how you can be so

Yes your piles and piles of filthy clothes

I even write your mistress notes

Yes go on, laze all day, read a book, or play

Just keep sighing at your garden flowers

And gaze at your shoes for hours and hours

Dying relatives, you neglect them all

Oh, I dust off your littered sentiments

While I have to sign your documents

You don't care about anything at all

No the apathy, oh the apathy

Oh the apathy, oh the apathy

That is why I worship you my lord

You are all that I adore