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.
