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