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