Atmospheres
Ever changing colors
Moving around, above and through us
You step into the unknown
Just to see what's out there
Without a clue what to do until you're in there
Hold on here comes the crash
Let it come down
Here comes the crash
On the floor to the one through four
Now you feel it
Someone screams you know what it means
You can breathe it
You're pushing out from inside
Reaching out to touch it
Side to side with the tribe knowing it's all worth it
Hold on here comes the crash
We are free
We have no country
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