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 re-attached my emotions
Cellular
Narcotic
From the top of Hollywood,
It looked like space.
Millions of capsules,
Mechanical Animals
The city filled with dead stars
And a girl I call Coma White.
This is my Omega
Writer(s): Brian Hugh Warner
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