This paint has been tasting of lead
& their chips will fall as they may,
but it's not just my finish that is peeling,
& it is not alone fleeing these walls.
Well sooner of later this cold
it's gonna break
so our hands will be warm again,
but all I want is not to need you now.
And sooner or later this code
it's gonna break
& our words will be heard again,
but all I want are vows of silence now.
This turpentine chaser's got kick
& the rag that it's soaked in is rich.
The fumes aide the pace of my cleaning
& as soon as I'm done I am gone.
The frightening facts
we've been facing our backs
for so long now
are begging for eyes
to bear witness to lies
& indifference.
Now we're saying aloud
the things we've declared in our silence.
The new coats of paint will not reaquaint
broken hearts to broken homes.
[Thanks to limpbizkitlvr229@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
[Thanks to konstantine0711@netscape.net, got_milk_40@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics]
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