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