They pull our strings
The animals
They blind, they breed the hate
Under their wing
We're (scientist-?)
We swallow what they think
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 thing
Bought with their lives
Cry and socialize
And throw all the beauty away
chorus.
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