you're a painful void as ever to be a void is always sad your ideas are wet weather and your bodies made of mud you were told to enjoy your flight but the plain is out of sight vultures resting on its wings waiting for the holy night if you let them entertain you it's one way ticket to the gap you are sure to stay forever there as they never give you a map to all pa**engers on board we'll be flying underground to all pa**engers on board stay calm and praise the Lord mind the gap between the verses mind the gap between the lines mind the gap between our bodies that's where life always runs