Corpsecycle - Cathedral

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