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
