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At the endI became themAnd I led themAfter all none of us really qualified as humansWe were just hardworn, automaticAnd as hollow as the "O" in godI reattached my emotionsCellular narcoticFrom the top of hollywoodIt looked like spaceMillions of capsulesThe Mechanical AnimalsA city filled with dead starsA girl I called coma whiteThis is my Omega