I flew out to see the valley get filled in
A plain of pavement where a gaping mouth had been
Who am I to label anything a sin?
I just watched and I am watching it again

Light up when you turn into a pine tree
Settle, there is nothing but to be free
Too late to be worried for your safety
So long to the soldier you could not be

There is no ghostly honor
To keep me facing straight
There is no balance for my dead weight

I saw a merchant lying flattened in a ditch
Crying curses in an ever-falling pitch
Now I'm the conscience of the man pulling the switch
Though I see both sides, I cannot tell which is which

Go down to where Helios is weeping
Your knife took his love while she was sleeping
Too late to be asking for forgiveness
Your shame is a never-ending sickness

I pulled the poison flowers from my grandfather's grave
And ground them into paint for my face
I felt Atlantic justice pulling my muscles down
To carve me into something unsound

Alexander...


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Painted Face song meanings
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    General CommentI pulled the poison flowers, from my Grandfather's grave,
    And ground them into paint for my face.
    Lionhaarton April 06, 2010   Link
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    General CommentPer the "Grandfather" page on SimpleStereo.com:

    I flew out to see the valley get filled in
    A plain of pavement where a gaping mouth had been
    Who am I to label anything a sin?
    I just watched and I am watching it again

    Light up when you turn into a pine tree
    Settle, there is nothing but to be free
    Too late to be worried for your safety
    So long to the soldier you could not be

    There is no ghostly honor
    To keep me facing straight
    There is no balance for my dead weight

    I saw a merchant lying flattened in a ditch
    Crying curses in an ever-falling pitch
    Now I'm the conscience of the man pulling the switch
    Though I see both sides, I cannot tell which is which

    Go down to where Helios is weeping
    Your knife took his love while she was sleeping
    Too late to be asking for forgiveness
    Your shame is a never-ending sickness

    I pulled the poison flowers from my grandfather's grave
    And ground them into paint for my face
    I felt Atlantic justice pulling my muscles down
    To carve me into something unsound

    Alexander...
    crstlbllron December 13, 2011   Link

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