There it is...

In the end we reach a point where it no longer needs to be elected. Only spoken in hush whispers among the children of utopia. A warning at the forefront of a nightmare.

it's not what you have learned
but what they said about you under your shirt you know they never will
they'll make sense of what you gave them
and now it's all down hill from here
well in case you break my fall
we're bringing it home
patrick short flip and outside
boundary lines