this piece of thread (on which we pull)

A void, a hole Ever expanding mass A truth I know I hope you don't And there it was The question that pierced the veil like a brick takes down a storefront window If only there were time to share If only you were enough If only you were enough If only there were time to spare But you're sick of acting tough A void, a hole Unforgiving tear A fault I own I hope you don't find out And there it was The wretched smell The smoke I can't wash out of my new clothes If only there were time to share If only you were enough If only you were enough If only there were time to spare But you're sick of acting tough