1. Obsolete

From the recording Fields

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Closed door
Brains full
White skies are nowhere to be found
Nowhere to be found

From burning in brainstorms
to dangerous surroundings
Im planning an escape
while fully surrounded

A young boy is walking next to me
Magnetizing me into the field he says
"white skies lie ahead"

The fog at night is rising
around our knees
Comes in through wind
The fog is rising the fog is rising
around our knees
At night At night
Rise Rise Rise

I want to rise
Off the ground