They pull our strings
The animals
The blind that breed the hate
Under their wing
We're scientists
We swallow what they fake
For all you lonely boys
I will be president
In all you sons of men
I can be accident
Most fall in line
They do the dance
And salute the safest name
Bored with their lives
Grind, socialize
And throw all the beauty away
For all you lonely boys
I will be president
In all you sons of men
I can be accident
