and their chips will fall as they may
but its not just my finish thats peeling
and its not alone fleeing these walls
Well sooner or 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
its gonna break and our workds will be heard again
but all I want are vows of silence now
This turpentine chasers got kick
and the rag that its soacked in is rich
the fumes aid the pace of my cleaning
and as soon as I'm done I am gone
well sooner or later this cold its 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
its gonnab reak and our words will be heard again
but all I want are vows of silence now
The frightening facts
we've been facing our back to
for so long now
are beggin for eyes
to bare witness to lies and indifference
now were saying aloud
the things we've declared in our silence
that new coats of paint
will not reaquaint
broken hearts to broken homes