There's a hole in your voicenAnd you say it's a choice,nBut I don't understand.nnThere's a tear in the windnFrom the prick of a pin,nAnd it's set to expand,nAnd strength is hard to find.nnThere's a gash in your wordsnBut your office prefersnThat we don't understand.nAnd as gravity fails, we will hangnWith our receipts for our flags in our hands,nOur things rising fierce from our lands.nnStrength is hard to find,nBut when your post and guard resignnWe will seal all your little holes.