At the end I became them and led them After all, none of us really qualified as humans
We were just hardworn, automatic And as hollow as the "O" in god
I reattached my emotions Cellular, narcotic
From the top of hollywood It looked like space Millions of capsules
Mechanical Animals
A city filled with dead stars And girl I called Coma White
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