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