Human For

Ah, I speak to the sound of your rhythm Ah, I speak to the sound of your rhythm Ah, I'm not gonna say sorry Ah I look to the bottom of the well You see your own reflection and you know that it looks like hell You see your own face and you're sick of yourself Yourself, yourself, yourself Ah, I don't need your religion Ah, I don't need your protection Ah, I don't need you to fit in Ah, I need the sound of the drums, the drums I need the sound of the drums, the drum, the drum The sound of the drum, the drum The drum, the drum, the drum Ah, I speak to the sound of your rhythm Ah, I speak to the sound of your rhythm Ah, I'm not gonna say sorry