nothing I can say to you
will let all of your best laid plans make sense
nothing I can say to you
will let you live your life in future tense
there's only now
and now is done
so what's to come?

devils run across your skin
and tear up everything you had within
bones and blood and love you would have made
all get swept under the rug
the doctors came
they played a game
so who's to blame?

you're a painter of men
you make'em want to be a better man
to begin again
painter of men

withering away and watching
as your aching body slowly fades
stones you stood upon have turned to sand
and now the tide's forever changed
you're locked in chains
from all the pains
so what remains?

you're a painter of men
you make'em want to be a better man
to begin again
to live without end
to be spirit sent
like fellow friend
to forever mend
to begin again
to be a painter of men
to make'em want to be a better man
to live without end
painter of men