This is one of the 7 songs that are from Omega's personal side. Its about the world in which he lives, but its also about Coma White--or his desire to be perfect.
"We were neurophobic and perfect the day we lost our souls.
Maybe we weren't so human, but if we cry, we will rust."
Omega speaks about the stars, the beautiful (horrible) people which he's become a part of. They all become emotionless with the stride of fame.
"And I was a hand grenade that never stopped exploding.
You were automatic and as hollow as the "o" in God."
Omega speaks of his rise to fame, as he made big hits to get there. And now he speaks of Coma White, again; as he gets a glimpse of her (an ideal of perfection) and becomes enamored with her (the idea of perfection). But he feels like perfection itself is not real, fake, "hollow", just as god is.
"I am never going to be the one for you.
I am never going to save the world from you."
He doubts his abilities to be perfect, and doesn't want to hide that idea from the world.
"They'll never be good to you or bad to you.
They'll never be anything, anything at all."
Omega doesn't think anybody has the ability to be perfect.
"You were my mechanical bride, a phenobarbidoll, a mannequeen of depression with the face of a dead star."
Omega sees perfection as impossible, fake, but a glorious idea nonetheless.
"This isn't me, I'm not mechanical.
I'm just a boy playing the suicide king."
He denies being so emotionless, so soulless, so white (drained of colour). And acknowledges he's nothing to everyone else but a rock star who acts for them, as famous as Jesus.
This is one of the 7 songs that are from Omega's personal side. Its about the world in which he lives, but its also about Coma White--or his desire to be perfect.
"We were neurophobic and perfect the day we lost our souls. Maybe we weren't so human, but if we cry, we will rust."
Omega speaks about the stars, the beautiful (horrible) people which he's become a part of. They all become emotionless with the stride of fame.
"And I was a hand grenade that never stopped exploding. You were automatic and as hollow as the "o" in God."
Omega speaks of his rise to fame, as he made big hits to get there. And now he speaks of Coma White, again; as he gets a glimpse of her (an ideal of perfection) and becomes enamored with her (the idea of perfection). But he feels like perfection itself is not real, fake, "hollow", just as god is.
"I am never going to be the one for you. I am never going to save the world from you."
He doubts his abilities to be perfect, and doesn't want to hide that idea from the world.
"They'll never be good to you or bad to you. They'll never be anything, anything at all."
Omega doesn't think anybody has the ability to be perfect.
"You were my mechanical bride, a phenobarbidoll, a mannequeen of depression with the face of a dead star."
Omega sees perfection as impossible, fake, but a glorious idea nonetheless.
"This isn't me, I'm not mechanical. I'm just a boy playing the suicide king."
He denies being so emotionless, so soulless, so white (drained of colour). And acknowledges he's nothing to everyone else but a rock star who acts for them, as famous as Jesus.