[Verse 1] They pull our strings, the animals The blind that breed the hate Under their wing, were scientists We swallow what they fake [Chorus] For all you lonely boys I will be president In all you sons of men I can be accident [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] For all you lonely boys I will be president In all you sons of men I can be accident
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