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

I am never gonna be the one for you

[chorus repeat]

This isn’t me I’m not mechanical

I’m just a boy playing the suicide king