It must be something else, maybe from the outside,
Apathy in vitro, there's no way it came from inside,

Maybe from a test tube, or maybe a special cask,
There's no way to explain it, an impossible task,

The care I have for anything, is almost to zero,
My only wish is not to feel, maybe I need a hero,

If a car comes barreling at me, I wouldn't be moved,
that concerned voice inside of me, has been removed,

If anything happens to me, you can be all too sure,
I probably deserved it, my worthlessness has no cure,

A small place in hell, reserved just for me,
I'm just an empty shell, don't even want to flee.