[00:33.89]aint no color paint gonna cover the stains
[00:35.82]the pictures on the wall will all remain
[00:39.12]and even though he's home now, sound and safe
[00:41.26]surrounded by the faces that he places faith
[00:43.08]
[00:44.02]the images visit from the past he witnessed
[00:46.40]
[00:46.90]cant stay away from the memory,
[00:48.40]
[00:49.21]sticks with each detail, embeded in stone
[00:51.28]
[00:52.09]like he chisels those convictions into his bones
[00:54.09]
[00:55.84]the progress stops and pauses,
[00:57.15]
[00:57.72]spits and sputters like the basment faucet
[00:59.59]
[01:00.22]and its obvious hes lost in his regrets,
[01:02.21]
[01:03.71]you can smell it on his breath
[01:05.03]
[01:05.71]aint no color paint gonna cover the stains
[01:07.72]
[01:08.40]but now the alcohol is gonna mother the pain
[01:10.53]
[01:11.34]tuck it away, no complaints,
[01:12.65]
[01:13.34]just layin on his back on his backyard, under the rain
[01:15.71]
[01:16.84]take tomorrow, but doesnt know how though
[01:18.96]
[01:19.53]for ever swallow, theres another to follow
[01:21.96]
[01:23.15]he weaves his way throughout the story
[01:25.15]looking for a new missing piece or a door key
[01:27.41]
[01:28.66]spirits used to be for celebration,
[01:29.96]
[01:30.59]but now they just take him away from the hell thats waitin
[01:33.84]re-up until its three sheets up,
[01:35.22]
[01:35.72]and pick a place for the skeletons to meet up
[01:38.46]aint no color paint gonna cover the stains
[01:40.46]
[01:41.08]but if the oxygen escapes, it'll smother the flames
[01:43.16]
[01:44.15]no introduction, doesnt speak his own name
[01:46.28]
[01:47.03]gonna beat them demons at they own game
[01:48.71]
[01:50.19]the sunset rides to the end slopes
[01:51.70]
[01:52.21]same song echoing outside of the window
[01:53.95]
[01:54.83]you cant grow if the skin dont fit you
[01:56.96]
[01:57.65]sometimes you gotta get low just to get through
[01:59.53]
[02:00.53]no inspiration left to do your best when
[02:03.40]no one hates you more than your reflection
[02:06.09]suffer the shame until it stuffs the drain
[02:08.04]
[02:08.66]he's got two hands and a bucket of paint