Beyond the Painted Skyv6

[Intro — soft TV static, a cheerful broadcast voice fading into a low, uneasy guitar pulse] [Broadcast voice, distant] Good morning. The sky is clear today. [Static cuts out] [Verse 1 — restrained clean vocals] The same blue morning fills the window. The same old faces pass me by. A neighbor waves from the same corner. A perfect cloud crosses a perfect sky. I know the lines before they say them. I know the smiles they’re told to wear. There’s something waiting past the streetlights. There’s something breathing over there. [Pre-Chorus — clean vocals build in intensity] The walls are getting closer. The silence sounds rehearsed. If every road leads back here, I’ll find the edge of the world first. [Chorus — powerful, emotional clean vocals] I can see the wires in the sunlight. I can hear the cameras in the rain. You can paint the sky above me, but you can’t make me stay. If the horizon is a doorway, I will walk into the unknown. I would rather face the open ocean than keep living in a perfect home. [Instrumental break — driving guitars with a brief broadcast-static effect] [Verse 2 — rhythmic clean vocals, with sharp screamed accents] The radio knows what I am thinking. The strangers turn when I turn around. A voice breaks through the morning traffic, then disappears beneath the sound. [Scream] Who gets to choose what’s real? [Clean vocals] I watch the street begin to tremble. A painted world can still come down. I’ve spent my life inside a story that ends whenever I leave town. [Pre-Chorus — rising drums, clean vocals with a screamed final line] The walls are getting closer. The silence sounds rehearsed. If every road leads back here— [Scream] —I’ll find the edge of the world first! [Chorus — bigger clean vocals, layered backing vocals] I can see the wires in the sunlight. I can hear the cameras in the rain. You can paint the sky above me, but you can’t make me stay. If the horizon is a doorway, I will walk into the unknown. I would rather face the open ocean than keep living in a perfect home. [Breakdown — heavy half-time groove, tense and cinematic] [Clean shout] CUT THE LIGHTS! [Scream] BREAK THE FRAME! [Clean shout] OPEN THE DOOR! [Scream] I WON’T PLAY THIS GAME! [Bridge — quiet clean vocals over sparse piano and distant static] Maybe the world beyond the water will be colder than the world I know. Maybe no one will be waiting. Maybe I will stand alone. [Build — drums and guitars rise] But every step will be my own. Every breath will be my own. [Final Chorus — full, soaring clean vocals] I can see the wires in the sunlight. I can hear the cameras in the rain. You can paint the sky above me, but you can’t make me stay. If the horizon is a doorway, I will walk into the unknown. I would rather face the open ocean than keep living in a perfect home. [Outro — the band falls away; a door creaks open, ocean wind replaces the static] [Quiet clean vocals] The sky was never holding me.