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an open door is calling youto a field of freeto a haze of blueto a state of mindof a deepest sleepfrom the crucified to a sweet releasefrom a black despair to a love affairin the colour field from the colour fieldwar is red, peace is bluebut to hope for redis not enoughone misguided missilesclouds for the biblethe hand's reaching down controlling your lifeyou get no choice at allwhen you're asked to decideyou'll dig your own gravewhen you spirit has diedall the doors are lockedwhen a tear is knockedthe colour field the colour fieldall you need is a piece of mindbut even that is hard to findSongtexteit could be under or upper oron me or down below...rotting you lost all controlthe dream's gotten coldit's kind of sadsearch your soulto the colour field the colour field Aus Songtexte Mania