It's pouring, appallingly falling all out

For a numbing, a nothing, a soundless inside

The gall of some people, and the blood, and the snot

And the bile, and the sweat, and the guts, and the tears

No room, no room, no room, but for nothing

No room, no room

What can be done with

Every red button pushed

Every siren set to blare

A shepard's tone

No bottom, no reference, the ending is missing

No body, no room, no room, but for nothing