We were neurophobic
And perfect
The day that we lost our souls
Maybe we weren’t so human
But if we cry we [bad word] 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
Phenobarbidoll
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 (×2)
I’m never gonna be the one for you
I’m never gonna save the world from you
This isn’t me I’m not mechanical
I’m just a boy
Playing the suicide king (×3)
I’m just a boy
Playing the suicide king (×4)