Walk through the people, moon leads your way
In the procession, drums start to play
They're all here for the festival, no one else needs
In the finale, found you were saved
One, two: Crowd chants the words aloud
One, two: Shout out and fight the sound
Three, four: Leave you all wanting more
Five, six: Stuck on why the cliché sticks
Sift through the illumination caused by the light
Watch where you're going before you fall down into the hole
That is your emotions, blinded by the light
When your stomach is aching to join in the crying of
One, two: Crowd chants the words aloud
One, two: Shout out and fight the sound
Three, four: Leave you all wanting more
Five, six: Stuck on why the cliché sticks