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

They'll never be good to you, bad to you
They'll never be anything
Anything at all

You were my mechanical bride
A 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

They'll never be good to you, 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

Playing the suicide king