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
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
You were
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
But
they'll never be good to you
Or
bad to you
They'll
never be anything
Anything at all
They'll never be good to you
Or
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
Playing the suicide king
Playing the suicide king
Playing the suicide king
Playing the suicide king
Playing the suicide king