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