Filling this side walk 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 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
