You painted me green as if I wore false jealousy
Now I can't erase or rinse these colors clean of me
You wore me the best but now I carry the weight
My inaction a rock between both shoulder blades
I gave the best of me
I'm wide awake, stained and painted green
Ascetic draped in vanity
Your trial, your court, come clean
You painted me green as if I wore false jealousy (on my sleeve)
Now I can't erase or rinse these colors clean of me
This album is one of very few 10 out of 10s in my book, not just in heavy alternative/ hardcore but music in general. Every single one of these songs is fantastic and P. Kindlon never fails to add an unmistakable sense of humor to it all in his lyrics. Just an absolutely amazing album front to back ellis_boyd_redding