We were neurophobic and perfect, the day that we lost our souls Maybe we weren't so human, but if we cry we will rust And I was a hand grenade that never stopped explodin' 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 They'll never be good to you, bad to you They'll never be anything, anything at all
You were my mechanical bride, phenobarbital A mannequin of depression with the face of a dead star 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 They'll never be good to you, bad to you They'll never be anything, anything at all They'll never be good to you, bad to you They'll never be anything, anything at all
I am never gonna be the one for you I am never gonna save the world from you This isn't me, I'm not mechanical I'm just a boy playing the Suicide King, yea
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