Painting

aint no color paint gonna cover the stains
任何顏色的油漆也掩蓋不了印記
the pictures on the wall will all remain
那圖片將會永存於牆上
and even though he's home now , sound and safe
雖然他現在安然無恙地回家了
surrounded by the faces that he places faith
他已被牆上他曾經信任的面孔們包圍
the images visit from the past he witnessed
過往的畫面浮現
cant stay away from the memory,
他無法逃離記憶
sticks with each detail, embeded in stone
刻骨細節，已被銘刻在岩石上
like he chisels those convictions into his bones
就像是他把信念鑿進骨頭里
the progress stops and pauses,
他時不時的停下來
spits and sputters like the basment faucet
像水龍頭一樣氣急敗壞地吐著痰
and its obvious hes lost in his regrets,
顯然，他迷失在悔恨中
you can smell it on his breath
他呼吸之間無不透露著這個事實
aint no color paint gonna cover the stains
任何顏色的油漆也掩蓋不了印記
but now the alcohol is gonna mother the pain
現在僅有酒來撫平他的傷痛
tuck it away, no complaints,
把過去深藏，不再抱怨提起
just layin on his back on his backyard, under the rain
就讓自己躺在雨中的後院裡
take tomorrow, but doesnt know how though
把這些留給明天吧，雖然依舊無從知曉
for ever swallow, theres another to follow
他一口接著一口的喝著
he weaves his way throughout the story
道路在故事中迂迴前進
looking for a new missing piece or a door key
尋找著剛丟失的那部分自己，或是一把鑰匙
spirits used to be for celebration,
那曾經歡呼著慶祝著的志氣心緒
but now they just take him away from the hell thats waitin
現在帶他逃離那等待他已久的地獄深谷
re-up until its three sheets up,
只要沒有完全倒下，那就重新站起
and pick a place for the skeletons to meet up
來挑一個地方吧，讓我們的屍骨相逢
aint no color paint gonna cover the stains
任何顏色的油漆也掩蓋不了印記
but if the oxygen escapes, it'll smother the flames
如果氧氣要逃離這裡，烈火也會隨之熄滅
no introduction, doesnt speak his own name
不再贅述，他不再說出自己的名字
gonna beat them demons at they own game
他將會在他們的戰場上戰勝他們
the sunset rides to the end slopes
當餘暉落向最後的山坡
same song echoing outside of the window
窗外迴盪的是同樣的歌聲
you cant grow if the skin dont fit you
當境遇不再適合，成長也變為不可能
sometimes you gotta get low just to get through
有時為了某些東西，你不得不放低姿態
no inspiration left to do your best when
不再留有信念去盡你所能
no one hates you more than your reflection
無人比你的倒影更加憎恨你自己
suffer the shame until it stuffs the drain
在恥辱流逝前就忍耐承受吧
he's got two hands and a bucket of paint
而他現在有一雙手和一桶油漆