Year of the President

Where did we all go?
Empty is a sound
Wind blows your blank names
At least it was something
I would kill you quick
You would kill me slow
I don’t really think
I could talk you down
All you wanted
Was to be left out, yeah
Where did we all go?
What’s it gonna take?
Farther you could hear
When you’re not awake
But you’re in it for yourself
You’d like to think it over
All you wanted
Was to be left out, yeah
Under water
In between