Filling this side walks
Every day 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 deceased

Crawling like snakes
Living like slaves

It's the death of the spirit
A defening 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