Inhumate The Key
In front of this blank page
I try to find the words to tell you
something
I try to share my own secret pulsions
With anyone that would
understand them
You played this song
I hope it is to have fun
If you are feeling bad
Come in, I open you my mind
Don't be afraid of this growls
They are the echos of my
subconscious
Music is like life
Fast, brutal with good moments
Expulsion
Expulsion of our "Me"
Like an ancient tribe
We have reached the trance
Movements
Reflect of life
Grinding 'til death
Come and break your inhibitions
Can't you feel that this rythm is life?
Can't you see that we're alive?
Can you feel the heat inside?
Can you feel your own pulsions?
When we're playing on stage
You're in front of us, moving your
body and your head
Come on, take my hand
"I lead you to The Promised Land"
Where life is sound
Where colour is heat
Where sweat is clean
The Land
Where violence is love
Where people are themselves
Where freedom is here
Freedom!
Can't you feel that this rythm is life?
Can't you see that we're alive?
Can you feel the heat inside?
Can you feel your own pulsions?
Let them expulse now
