Passengers

Suffocating smells of burnt iron

Stick to the dark and dirty walls

When heavy doors free the millions

Escaping from their velvet hall

Coming to life like chained puppets

Headphones screwed on their wrenched heads

Locked up under their austere helmets

Sad parrot of the almost dead

At the same place, same dock

Punctual like a clockwork

The train comes to dump its load

Of exhausted people

Expelled by the now sleeping beast

Swallowed up by the hungry ground

The passengers now disappear

In the darkness underground

An endless stream of workers

Sink into the gashes of the town

In a hurry to join their master

Looking sadly at me and frown

At the same place, same dock

Punctual like a clockwork

The train comes to dump its load

Of exhausted people

I'm part of this strange flow

Carried away by the waves

A piece of a docile crowd

An army of voluntary slaves

At the same place, same dock

Punctual like a clockwork

The train comes to dump its load

Of exhausted people