Don't care, don't care, don't care.
Don't wanna know, don't wanna. Know. What is? How.
You?
A lot, my god. The dark of men is begotten, its trickle. The stigmatic chocolate calls.
An artisan? Arbiter of time and space, architect of wisdom. He falls.
You?
What is? No. How? Woe to the fallen, the risen anew. Phoenix, birth of ashes. The creature that gave its life for you.
You? How? No.
Never. An eye, for a tooth. The rhythm of death. Awaiting. Paradigm is not.