marilyn manson
mechanical animals
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 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 You were my mechanical bride A phenobarbidoll A manniqueen of depression With the face of a dead star 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 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 Playing the suicide king