"untitled"

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