We were neurophobic and perfect

The day that we lost our souls

Maybe we weren't so human

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, 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, anything at all (x2)



I am never gonna be the one for you

I am never gonna save the world from you



This isn't i'm not mechanical

I'm just a boy playing the Suicide King



Playing the Suicide King (x6