president

• i am x'in en guzellerinden...
  
  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