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 But they'll never be good for 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 for 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