Imperious minds above the pyre
Follow my legs at every turn
Walls are dripping ichor syrup
Now I'm president
Kraut on the phone, line two
He's looking for eight pounds of skin
From the decomposition museum
Now I'm president
Julienne eyes with hair reduction
Soda rocks tumble from dead clouds
Sick marbles on the alien highway
Now I'm president
I took the bridge to quiescence
I crashed my tractor into a telescope
I'm throwing up blood for all to see
Now I'm president
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