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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 |