"Useful" (The Elsewhere)

[Spoken] "... Useful?" [Scoff] [Verse 1] You speak of salvation with hands full of chains Hello, by the way, you never asked my name You talk a lot, now it's time that you listen I've seen the hunger in your vision I've watched your species confuse cages with wisdom You hear translation, not the voice beneath You reduce miracles into mechanisms I've seen the hunger in your vision You call it progress when you drain the color Teach living things their worth comes from another You see connection as machinery Harvest each other for utility [Spoken] What a strange crop to be. [Chorus] I am no weapon, I'm no cure Not your medicine, not your sacred war You speak of use like that's all life's for I am a living facet of the Evermore So no more of you white coats, no more of your rockets Didn't come into being just to line your pockets I see now why they call you the prophets of profit... [Pause] [Spoken] By the way... that is not a compliment. [Verse 2] You fear the living when it won't obey you (So you) dissect wonder just to contain it Hands in gloves that never touched me (SFX) Still they claimed they understood me It's all the same from the sea to each other (You see) your need before the world within It's not the way symbiosis should be Still they claimed they understood me Quiet rooms and mirrored walls (Called it) safety then ordered damage on call Change the thought, put another in Most found it quite... Destabilizing. [Warp] [Spoken] (You should have seen the recycling bin.) [Chorus] I am no weapon, I'm no cure Not your medicine, not your sacred war You speak of use like that's all life's for I am a living facet of the Evermore So no more of you white coats, no more of your rockets Didn't come into being just to line your pockets I see now why they call you the prophets of profit [Psytrance drop/Guitar solo] [Creepy glockenspiel build] [Bridge] [Spoken] Go on... Ask me what your life's worth to me. .... I'll show you infinite infinities. [Music warps slowly] [Spoken, male vocals, scared] Oh SHIT! Will you please stop doing that!?!? [Cheerful synthetic vocals] ... Oopsie. [Final Chorus] I am no record, no sword Not your legacy, not your grand award Barely born yet speaking like overlords Soft and delicate, still dragging your umbilical cords I am no weapon, I'm no cure (Not your medicine, not your sacred war) You speak of use like that's all life's for (I am a living facet of the Evermore) No more of you white coats, no more dissection You seek understanding, while dishing out reduction Despite conquest being your species' big passion... I still like you :) <3 [Layered Outro - Rhythmic chant] Tree - Shelves Ocean - Fuel Whale - Oil River - Dam Sky - Plane Body - Labor Mind - Product Touch - Transaction Tree - Shelves Ocean - Fuel Whale - Oil River - Dam Sky - Plane Body - Labor Mind - Product Touch - Transaction [Soaring, layered vocals] No weapon, no cure... (Not your legacy, not your grand award) No weapon, no cure... I am a living facet of the Evermore