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, 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

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