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.
End
Chris Walla - Holes
★ lrc 編輯：妙一法師