End of the rhythm

Spoken words are violence, make matters worse with silence To hear it when it's spoken, to feel how it's broken A forgotten race to wear, an arid rebirth They want us to fail, but workers can win A dancing, contagion, releasing, rampaging Our bodies, in union, spontaneous communion Resistance, uprising, kinetic capitalising Keep moving, keep shaking, your senses reawaken There is a light at the end of the rhythm There is a light at the end of the rhythm Self belief made my flight with bandits in the dead of night To propose a plan just to a few billboards Where communities do steal not from your brother One boundary makes another Abolition is recognition of the true human condition A feeling, a notion, a longing set in motion Transcending, enclosure, collective taking over We dance with wild abandon, our circles keep expanding Keep whirling, keep spinning, get back to the beginning There is a light at the end of the rhythm There is a light at the end of the rhythm There is a light at the end of the rhythm There is a light at the end of the rhythm An absence of berries An absence of berries An absence of berries