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Painted Face Lyrics
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...
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
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
To keep me facing straight
There is no balance for my dead weight
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
Your knife took his love while she was sleeping
Too late to be asking for forgiveness
Your shame is a never-ending sickness
And ground them into paint for my face
I felt Atlantic justice pulling my muscles down
To carve me into something unsound
Song Info
Submitted by
byuckert On Jan 04, 2010
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I pulled the poison flowers, from my Grandfather's grave, And ground them into paint for my face.
Per 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...