Untitled (Omēga)
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
