Simulated - Icon Of Coil

You’re incapable to think of breathe for yourself

We pull the strings, cut out the wings

We’re in charge of all the peace and of all the noise

You think there is a God, you are only toys

You’re toys

You walk, you talk, you breathe, 'cause we need you to

Work, produce, be used, when we want you to

You’re incapable to think of breathe for yourself

We pull the strings, cut out the wings

We’re in charge of all the peace and of all the noise

You think there is a God, you are only toys

You’re toys

You eat, you taste, enjoy when we allow you to

Relax, you sleep, you feel, when we force you to