[Verse 1] Another hungry morning in the ash-gray sprawl I join the restless masses as they answer to the call Thousands shamble forward through the canyons made of stone Surrounded by the swarm but somehow always alone Rotting faces pass me, all staring straight ahead No laughter in the wasteland of the living and the dead The scent of distant sustenance hangs somewhere on the wind So we follow ancient pathways that we've walked through without end [Pre-Chorus] Every day the same direction Every day the same decay Yet some instinct keeps me moving Keeps the darkness far away [Chorus] I am one among the countless In the kingdom of the dead Driven by a silent hunger That can never quite be fed Through the ruins and the graveyards Through the crowds that never sleep I survive another daylight One more promise I can keep [Verse 2] The feeding grounds await us beyond the iron gates Where the horde performs its rituals and patiently awaits Hours pass in endless motion, slow and dull and gray Trading fragments of existence just to see another day No one knows the names of others No one asks where they have been We just drift between the ruins Like we've always drifted in [Pre-Chorus] Empty eyes and empty pockets Heavy limbs and weary bones Still we gather every morning Still we never stay at home [Chorus] I am one among the countless In the kingdom of the dead Driven by a silent hunger That can never quite be fed Through the ruins and the graveyards Through the crowds that never sleep I survive another daylight One more promise I can keep [Bridge] Another morning finds me on the same old road Rivers of metal crawling underneath their load Marching toward the feeding grounds beyond the city line Trading hours of existence just to earn another dime Shelves stand bare before me when the daylight's nearly gone Nothing for the little one who's waiting back at home Yet smiles still greet me at the door when I finally arrive And for another day at least we're all still here alive [Final Chorus] We are one among the countless In the kingdom of the dead Dragging tired souls through daylight By the hopes inside our heads Not infected, not undead Not the monsters of the tales Just ordinary people trying hard To thrive where meaning fails
