In the end, I became them and I led them
After all, none of us really qualified as humans
We were just hard-worn, automatic, and as hollow as the “O” in God
I reattached my emotions, cellular and narcotic
From the top of Hollywood, it looked like space
Millions of capsules and Mechanical Animals
A city full of dead stars and a girl I called Coma White
This is my Omēga
آهنگ رو دوست دارم