Filling these sidewalks

Everyday after five

Choking for space

Are they dead or alive

Looking past faces

Are they human or beast

Dancing with the devil

They're as good as the deceased



Crawling like snakes

Living like slaves

It's the death of the spirit

A deafening sound

Listen to the silent scream



Millions of people

It's the life on the brink

Everyone's shouting

Can't hear yourself think

A parade of confusion

Of loss and regret

Sold out for convenience

They deserve what they get



Crawling like snakes

Living like slaves

I hear the people they cry with no sound

I hear the silent scream