Bring in Abbadon and the End of Days

I want to be skinny but also not give a fuck
I hated a single part and so I destroyed the whole thing.
Oh what a wonderful tragedy it was
to see me work so hard
just to watch it all
fall
down.

If I've got a single drop of truth left in me
I guess there's a single ounce of hope left in the world
but what's the hope holding on to?
What happens when the branch breaks?
What happens when I cling no longer to it's foot?
What happens when I really
truly
do not give a shit?