""Oh no, no no -
Thank you, but-
But I just wanted to ask you which way I ought to go..?""

""Well,
that depends,
on where,
you want to get
to-""

""Oh, it really doesn't matter.
As long as I-""

""THENnnn,
it really doesn't matter
which way,
you go!""

They never expected a monster,
To become such a confident hunter,
With the words of Homer,
And the eyes of the Father,
“Itu0027s Apollyon!” Theyu0027ll scream.
“Itu0027s Apollyon!” Theyu0027ll scream.
And thatu0027s what I am Iu0027m a hunter,
Here to show you the stuff that haunts ya,
But people keep living,
Though life is unforgiving.
Where do we go when we die?
Does it really matter, if I,
Take you with my corpse hand,
To lead you through this Wonderland,
Donu0027t you understand?
The only thing to fear, is fear itself,
Well, that and you yourself (HA!)
But the world keeps on spinning,
And time keeps ticking,
“Itu0027s Apollyon!” Theyu0027ll scream.
“Itu0027s Apollyon!” Theyu0027ll scream.
What a bunch of little babies, if you ask me,
When the world ends, the first one will be me,
With the key,
To their hell and their misery,
To ask if when we die, are we really free?
To ask if when we die, is it not what it seems?
Do we even die or is it just what we think?

Tell me ladies and gentlemen,
Do you think everything really ends?
Tell me people and peopleu0027s friends,
Do you think everything really ends?

Donu0027t you breath it in, itu0027s darkness,
For your peace, youu0027ll have to fight it.
Take a breath, itu0027s who you are,
You can still burn up and be a shining star.
Die to live, it shows thirteen in the deck.
But either way, itu0027s still your choice then.
Bear your cross and call it righteous,
Or wear it like a crown, your royal highness.

My ghosts, they call me Abbadon,
Testosterone saying, ""Itu0027s a turn me on~""
But, really my name is Rainboy,
Cause I like a good rain and a game-boy (GET IT?!)
I love a little wandering,
A wonderland pondering,
And, of course, bodily conjuring,
As the universe splits in two.
And the people say, “Who?”
You-who!
Thatu0027s who.
Boo hoo.
Oh, itu0027s so sad,
Watching sand fall while Iu0027m outside my hourglass.
But I wonder at times if the black hole exists,
Does that mean time will always persist?
Or never...?
Now thereu0027s a question.
Like will I go to hell or to heaven?
Iu0027m sorry - Iu0027m just testing the waters.
Gotta see if itu0027s holy or filled with horrors.

Tell me ladies and gentlemen,
Do you really think that things really begin?
Tell me people and peopleu0027s friends,
Do you really think that things really begin?

Donu0027t you breath it in, itu0027s darkness,
For your peace, youu0027ll have to fight it.
Take a breath, itu0027s who you are,
You can still burn up and be a shining star.
Die to live, it shows thirteen in the deck.
But either way, itu0027s still your choice then.
Bear your cross and call it righteous,
Or wear it like a crown, your royal highness.

Is everything real, though nothing is certain?
So, really, itu0027s all fake behind the curtain?
Is life supposed to be lived one way?
Though I prefer to take it day by day.
What defines if Iu0027m good or if Iu0027m evil?
Damn, I think this thinking is lethal.
Do you hear me, Alice? Hear what Iu0027m saying?
Does the path matter if weu0027ve all gone crazy?
Crazy. Crazy. Crazy.

(""It it really doesn't matter which way, you go!""""