Sanoja: Marilyn Manson. Mechanical Animals. Untitled.

At the end
I became them
And I 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
The Mechanical Animals
A city filled with dead stars
A girl I called coma white
This is my Omega