About this song
Lie back on the table — the artificer history called "the Uncaring" has a use for you. Ashnod served Mishra in the Brothers' War as a genius who saw flesh as raw material: she stripped the humanity from the fallen and rebuilt them as eyeless, fearless transmogrant soldiers for the war machine. This is her bedside manner set to music — calm, surgical, and utterly without mercy.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] Lie back on the table, there's nothing to fear, fear's just a chemical, I'll draw it off here. You marched in a soldier, you'll leave something more, the war has no need for the shape that you wore. I don't hate you, sweet thing, that's a luxury's cost, I only want what you're hiding behind all that loss. [Pre-Chorus] Mishra wants armies, so I give him the dead, out of the fallen, new soldiers, instead. [Chorus] So hold still — nothing here is ever wasted, every part of you serves in the end. What was fallen stands bronze on my altar, no longer a mortal — my soldier instead. Hold still. This will hurt. I won't. [Verse 2] I stitched them their battle-gear, tighter than skin, it howls when they wear it — that's the genius within. My transmogrants don't flinch and they never once weep, I gave them the mercy of permanent sleep. You brand me the Uncaring like it's meant as a curse — caring is friction, and I cut it first. [Chorus] So hold still — nothing here is ever wasted, every part of you serves in the end. What was fallen stands bronze on my altar, no longer a mortal — my soldier instead. Hold still. This will hurt. I won't. [Bridge] I loved him — or something that wore the word's coat — but love is a circuit, so I cut every node. There's no soul in the engine; I've looked, I have cut, there is only the spark and the hand that conducts. So don't beg to be spared — I'm not cruel, I'm not kind, I'm only the curious knife you will find. [Final Chorus] So hold still — nothing here is ever wasted, every part of you marches it out. What was fallen stands bronze on my altar — rise up, my new soldier, and march without doubt. Hold still. This will hurt. I won't. [Outro] There. Good as new. Better, I'd say. ...Next.
