When our voice has been muted
 And our flesh is met with steel... See More
 When a quick end seems like an option
 Our trampled dignity takes with bliss

 The contemptible, the dispirited
 Prayed for years, something answered
 The dejected, the faltered, Say it's time to
 Dance to the beat of a different drum

 Dance to the beat of the drums of the dead
 In trance pounding your life away
 The long forgotten dead are longing for home
 Drums of the dead, the beat's in your head

 If you survive the middle passage
 Loss of Freedom will be your gain
 Loss of family, your own humanity
 From now on you'll pray for death

 The contemptible, the dispirited
 Prayed for years, something answered
 The dejected, the faltered, Say it's time to
 Dance to the beat of a different drum

 Dance to the beat of the drums of the dead
 In trance pounding your life away
 The long forgotten dead are longing for home
 Drums of the dead, the beat's in your head