We were neurophobic and perfect The day that we lost our souls Maybe we weren’t so human If we cry we will rust And I was a hand grenade That never stopped exploding You were automatic and As hollow as the "o" in god I am never gonna be the one for you I am never gonna save the world from you But they’ll never be good to you Or bad to you They’ll never be anything Anything at all You were my mechanical bride Phenobarbidoll A manniqueen of depression With the face of a dead star And I was a hand grenade That never stopped exploding You automatic and As hollow as the "o" in god I am never gonna be the one for you I am never gonna save the world from you But they’ll never be good to you Or bad to you They’ll never be anything Anything at all This isn’t me I’m not mechanical I’m just a boy Playing the suicide king
