[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