Living dead of London town nFlesh vessels underground nMourning suits, burial gowns n9-5's doleful sound nPallid faces office bound nMortuary all year round nnCorpse Cycle is life's circle nLife's circle is corpse cycle nnLife is passing away nSociety eats your mind away nnWalking corpses, vacant slaves nBanking rottenness, decay nSaving cash for early graves nUtopia is coffin shaped nWealth hungry drugged rats chase nEmpty dreams of a better place nnCorpse Cycle is life's circle nLife's circle is corpse cycle nnLife is passing away nSociety eats your mind away nnTruths fading farther day by day, to material enslave nDie with the world as you awake, in the rat race you rotate nnDegenerations zombified nOblivious in the tombstone line nCorpses fucking their way through time nnCorpse Cycle is life's circle nLife's circle is corpse cycle nnLife is passing away nSociety eats your mind away nLife has passed you away, flesh turned to grey nSociety ate your mind awayn