Processing, a procession of silence
A flame in our hurt burning low
An anger is rising yet we keep demon on leash.
Like them, we are liar too
We decieve us, we outplay our people
We processing, a procession of silence
Acting like ordinary people
Suppress the crying hearts
And became oppressors of ourselves.
Though we are the oppressed one too.
We debate, we discuss, we show off
Meanwhile we miss the chance
To be a real ordinary man.
We never stepped back,
With a fire in the heart
It’s a procession of silence and we are all numb.