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
💬 Komentáre
Komentáre budú implementované v ďalšej verzii.