There's a hole in your voice   And you say it's a choice   But I don't understand      There's a tear in the wind   From the prick of a pin   And it's set to expand   And strength is hard to find      There's a gash in your words   But your office prefers   That we don't understand   And as gravity fails, we will hang      With our receipts   For our flags in our hands   Our things rising   Fierce from our lands      Strength is hard to find   But when your post and guard resign   We will seal all your little holes