Turpentine

Stop stepping on the landmines Don't rinse your eyes in turpentine Why not get down from such a great height? Contrarian to what's right Come to find out it's not so bright Skin see-through from the lack of sunlight Hands hovering, hands hovering Pulling levers to let me in Behind your eyes a whole religion The sync is off, we're out of time Every angle is unaligned Still twice a day a broken clock will be right Stop stepping on the landmines Don't rinse your eyes in turpentine Not listening takes years off your life