Painted Skies (feat. Brooke Batts)

Finally gonna crawl out my shell
Am I ready to give it up?
Fifty fifty I'll wind up in hell
My actions weren't near enough

And if I ever return to the edge
Bring me back to the warmth inside (Oh no)
I'm not ready to go to the end
Scribble over my painted skies

To articulate all of the fear
All the pressure to fit the mould
Is so easy with you being here
All the stories we told

Ever present black hole in my heart
Feeling blue all the goddamn time (You know)
Shades of red you're my beauty, my art
Blue persuasion and yellow shine

Think for a bit about how you and me
God and The Devil are one in the same

Thinking like wide eyed kids
With close upbringings and one closer consciousness to blame

Can't you see the boundaries?
Energy bouncing off walls, the halls, and the ceiling tiles?

Can't you see that kindred spirits like us are just the universe
Realizing what it actually is for a little while?

Because we're all one protagonist and the little we know and the little we've done
Is enough to send us into madness if we let it in all at once

Because we ration and border up the harsh reality
That these blue oceans and pink deserts
Males and females are the duality of a corner-cut?
A developer changing minute details?

We're a beautiful, recursive fractal of Cirrus reruns
But being allowed to know why would ruin the role we'll become.

(Hide it, hide it hide it, hide it hide it)
(For the love of God I said)
(Hide it, hide it hide it, hide it hide it)
(For the love of God I said)
(Hide it, what's the price of being quiet?)
(For the love of God I said)
(Hide it, not the first time that I tried it)
(For the love of God I said)