Get out of your bed
In the back of your head
You think: What's the point?
And it fills you with dread
Oh, cosmic deity
Won't you liberate me
From useless free will
I wouldn't rather be
Useful
Am I useful?
If I'm truthful
I'm not that sure
Useful
Am I useful?
If I'm truthful
I'm not that sure
From Paris to Perth
My entire self-worth
Has been built on a vacuous vain idle curse
When all stripped away
Who cares what I say?
I'm not a profit
I'm a poet for pain
Useful
Am I useful?
If I'm truthful
I'm not that sure
Useful
Am I useful?
If I'm truthful
I'm not that sure
Useful
Am I useful?
If I'm truthful
I'm not that sure
