I'm not terribly patient, so here's Turpentine for you.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I feel like I'll cave in
I'm anxious, I am weathered
I've lost my way again
I know there ain't no treasure
My mind breaks with ease
Sticks and stones and dreams
What if I'm not like the others?
A broken man, a Frankenstein
What if my heart won't recover?
I'll clean myself with turpentine
Working at the factory
Stick to the veins of nicotine
(Wash yourself with turpentine)
Sharks smell the blood in the water
We're all just lambs to the slaughter
It's only all the time this time
A generation lost and forgotten
Clawing at the lid of the coffin
Your God ain't coming back this time















