Some day Chris will quit his desk jobnLeave the rat race far behindnUntil then he'll scrape existencenIn this prison we've designednnAs the voice whispers in his ear…nnOn a sphere of sleeping beautynTrapped beneath still icy wastesnSacred hearts don't make a soundnSmile is frozen onto facenCold routines of sterile dutynBlight the lives of living deathnnSome day Jo will flee the citynFind life in the countrysidenUntil then she'll choke on fumesnAnd the bitterness insidennAs the voice whispers in her ear…nnOn a sphere of sleeping beautynTrapped beneath still icy wastesnSacred hearts don't make a soundnSmile is frozen onto facenCold routines of sterile dutynBlight the lives of living deathnnSome day Paul will call the girlnWho could help him with his mindnUntil then he'll prowl dark entriesnPaying forty pounds a timennAs the voice whispers in his ear…nnOn a sphere of sleeping beautynTrapped beneath still icy wastesnSacred hearts don't make a soundnSmile is frozen onto facenCold routines of sterile dutynBlight the lives of living deathnnWe put on blank facadesnDressed in white at our own wakenRegrets buzz like drunk corpse fliesnThen hatch out larvae in sad sighsnI am so truly very sorrynBut she’s gone to a better placenThere’s no more tears for you my dearnPleasure forever in the sky