Lyrics Simulated - Icon Of Coil

Simulated

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