Living dead of London town Flesh vessels underground Mourning suits, burial gowns 9-5's doleful sound Pallid faces office bound Mortuary all year round Corpse Cycle is life's circle Life's circle is corpse cycle Life is passing away Society eats your mind away Walking corpses, vacant slaves Banking rottenness, decay Saving cash for early graves Utopia is coffin shaped Wealth hungry drugged rats chase Empty dreams of a better place Corpse Cycle is life's circle Life's circle is corpse cycle Life is passing away Society eats your mind away Truths fading farther day by day, to material enslave Die with the world as you awake, in the rat race you rotate Degenerations zombified Oblivious in the tombstone line Corpses fucking their way through time Corpse Cycle is life's circle Life's circle is corpse cycle Life is passing away Society eats your mind away Life has passed you away, flesh turned to grey Society ate your mind away