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 to 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 to you
Or bad to you
They´ll never be anything
Anything at all

This isn´t me I´m not mechanical
I´m just a boy
playing the suicide king