Holes

There's a hole in your voice

And you say it's a choice

But I don't understandThere's a tear in the wind

From the prick of a pin

And it's set to expand

And strength is hard to findThere's a gash in your words

But your office prefers

That we don't understand

And as gravity fails, we will hangWith our receipts

For our flags in our hands

Our things rising

Fierce from our lands