This paint has been tasting of lead
And their chips will fall as they may
But it's not just my finish that is peeling
And 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
So our words will be heard again
But all I want are vows of silence now

This turpentine chaser's got kick
And the rag that it's soaked in is rich
The fumes aide the pace of my cleaning
And as soon as I'm done I am gone

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
So our words will be heard again
But all I want are vows of silence now

The frightening facts
We've been facing our backs
For so long now
Are begging for eyes
To bear witness to lies
And 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
Broken homes