Pie for the President - Cerberus Shoal

Bring a pie to ze president

I want feed him big sausages

X-ray skull, and exclude … Faces

Master, were you beckoning?

Might need shape of things to grow

Whether water, sand or fish-line

Turkey tongue wins by a landslide

Getting back to what’s established

I’ve got a man inside

My skin flesh shell

He is of mass appeal

A mirror in itself

Dressed up like a mom and dad

Only to look younger

Why, who, when, why?

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Your patience is confined to self

Your patience is designed to fail

Your patience is confined to self

Your patience is designed to fail

Why, who, when, why?

Who, when, why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

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Why?

Why, who, when, why?

Who, when, why?

Why?

Why?

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Why?

And a brain on backwards

Takes a long time to recover

When the eyes fold out their rubber

Neighborhood and a simulant tells

The goodnight story

Everybody dies, and it’s all a lie

I’m murdering ego

In feelings of strong belief

Let me decide

Let me decide