Turpentine Chaser

This paint has been tasting of lead <br>and their chips will fall as they may, <br>but it`s not just my finish that is peeling, <br>and it`s not alone fleeing these walls <br><br>Well sooner or later this cold, it`s going to break, <br>so our hands will be warm again, <br>but all I want is not to need you now<br>And sooner or later this code, it`s gonna break <br>so our words will be heard again, <br>but all I want are vows of silence now<br><br>This turpentine chaser`s got kick <br>and the rag that its soaked in is rich <br>But the fumes aide the pace of my cleaning <br>and as soon as I`m done I am gone<br><br>Well sooner or later this cold, it`s going to break, <br>so our hands will be warm again, <br>but all I want is not to need you now <br>And sooner or later this code, its gonna break <br>so our words will be heard again, <br>but all I want are vows of silence now <br><br>And the frightening facts that <br>we`ve been facing our backs to for so long now <br>are begging for eyes to <br>bear witness to lies and indifference <br>Now we`re saying aloud, <br>the things we`ve declared in our silence<br>That new coats of paint will not reacquaint <br>broken hearts to broken homes, broken homes