Ritual Katanga

Forgotten rites. The rhythm remembers. Even if you don't. Uh. Yeah. Yo, uh. Strobe lights hitting like a lightning Strike. We're stepping out of time in the middle Of the night. Concrete jungle, but the floor is Getting muddy. Muddy. Feel the adrenaline rushing through your body. Body. No names, no faces, just a mass of Heat. Syncing every heart to the thunder of the Beat. Uh. You think it's modern, think it's just A trend. It's a million-year-old circle that'll Never end. From the fire in the cave to The neon glow. The DNA is screaming what the Mind doesn't know. The DJ is the shaman, The speakers are the drums. We're waiting for the moment when the spirit comes. Comes. It's a forgotten ritual, A primal state. In the heart of the crowd, we find our Fate. No more I, no more me. Just a wave of the tide in a human Sea. We're dancing back to where we've begun. Underneath the bass, we are finally one. One, one. We Are finally one. One, one. Yeah, yeah, uh. Strip away the fashion, strip away the phone. In this wall of sound, you are never alone. Electronic pulse, but the instinct is old. A story written in sweat waiting to be told. We lose the ego, yeah, we break the cage. The same vibrations from a different age. Age. One motion, one breath, one collective soul. Surrendering the senses to the beat's control. Close your eyes, let the flicker take over. You're a hunter, a dreamer, a nomadic rover. The club is the temple, the dance is the Prayer. Can you feel the electricity thick in the Air? Air. Uh, uh. Left, right, sway with the ghost. Ghost. Who are you now? Who is the host? The ritual lives, the ritual breathes. Under the skin where the instincts seethe. It's alive. It's alive. It's alive. Oh. It's alive. Oh. It's a forgotten ritual, A primal state. In the heart of the crowd, we find our Fate. No more I, no more me. Just a wave of the tide in a human Sea. We're dancing back to where we've begun. Underneath the bass, we are finally one. One, one. The ancient pulse. Still beating. One tribe. One sound. It's a forgotten ritual, A primal state. In the heart of the crowd, we find our Fate. No more I, no more me. Just a wave of the tide in a human Sea. We're dancing back to where we've begun. Underneath the bass, we are finally one. One, one. We are finally one. One, one.