Ex-president you’ve got to resign your throne. Your words won’t die with me. Your words won’t. Turning the tide in this round. Awaken to the last sound. Rumor has it talk of the town. You won’t be missed. You won’t be found. An audible narcotic. Sets these gears in motion. Your words won’t die with me. Your words won’t. When i decide what doesn’t fly. That’s when you lost your right. To pump this idea. This soulless thought nation wide. Telecast this dead air from a vantage hard to sight. Sudden silence confronts you.