m e c h a n i c a l a n i m a l s ;

just, pull the trigger, please.

this girl.. Emma Dean. ♥

Followers

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
They'll never be good to you
Bad to you
They'll never be anything
Anything at all
You were my mechanical bride
Phenobarbidoll
A manniqueen of depression
With the face of a dead star
This isn't me, i'm not mechanical.

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