[Verse 1]
They pull our strings, the animals
The blind that breed the hate
Under their wing, we're 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