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