President

They pull our strings, the animals They blind, they 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 thing Bought with their lives, cry and 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 --- President - IAMX