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. 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. This isn't me I'm not mechanical. I'm just a boy, playing the suicide king.