Mechanical Animals

We were neurophobic and perfect

The day that we lost our souls

Machines that wished they were human

If they cry they 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 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

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