[Amelia]
In the movement, in the nights of dead and dance
In the movement, when I’m offering out my hand
In the movement, I don’t need you to pretend
In the movement, all I ask for is a friend

In the movement, drugs and dance and spirits whirl
In the movement, as we flee our fathers' world
At the crossroads, so it goes, we
Need the love you cannot show me

Can’t you reach for me?
Can’t you reach for me?
The burdens I bear that you never do see
If you’d just please help me

[Byron and other Voodoopunks]
In the movement, Loa live within our hands
In the movement, our voodoo opens other lands
In the movement, drugs and dance and spirits whirl
In the movement, and we reject our fathers world

In the movement, come and dance through the night
In the movement, ridden by the blinding light
At the crossroads and the barrow
We have come to court the shadow
[Byron goes to podium at the political rally continues to bait the crowd.]

My friends, look around at this world that you’ve known
The leeches are sucking you dry to the bone
The zombies are letting it all get away
So vote for our Doll and throw it away

You don’t need a master, no government who
Will take all you’ve earned, tell you what to do
Our Doll will not lead you, he’ll not bleed you dry
Nor bribe, nor coerce you, nor fail you nor lie

There’s coming a time not so far from right now
When your rights will be gone and they’ll make you bow down
We stand at the crossroads and offer a way
To ecstasy, freedom, a path, a new day

This welfare of zombies is come to an end
For people, your children are out of their heads
They’ve left you for sex, drugs, drums and the dead
Come now and join us, come join us, my friends!

[Narrator]
Over years Jasper’s taken
Words and instrumentations
From the music he channels night and day
And he’s used them to make
A new song he can play
To the crowd as he tries to communicate

[Jasper takes center stage and all else but him fades.]