President - IAMX

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