Corpsecycle

[00:39.63] Living dead of London town
[00:42.70] Flesh vessels underground
[00:46.12] Mourning suits, burial gowns
[00:53.53] Nine to fives doleful sound
[00:57.28] Pallid faces office bound
[01:00.87] Mortuary all year round
[01:08.15] Corpsecycle is life's circle
[01:15.09] Life's circle is corpsecycle
[01:22.13] Life is passing away
[01:29.27] Society eats your mind away
[01:37.66] Walking corpses, vacant slaves
[01:39.95] Banking rottenness, decay
[01:43.33] Saving cash for early graves
[01:51.75] Utopia is coffin shaped
[01:55.24] Wealth hungry drugged rats chase
[01:59.10] Empty dreams of a better place
[02:06.36] Corpsecycle is life's circle
[02:13.47] Life's circle is corpsecycle
[02:20.21] Life is passing away
[02:27.48] Society eats your mind away
[03:03.25] Truths fading farther day by day
[03:06.91] To material enslave
[03:10.43] Die with the world as you awake
[03:14.11] In the rat race you rotate
[04:41.57] Degenerations zombified
[04:44.80] Oblivious in the tombstone line
[04:48.29] Corpses fucking their way through time
[04:55.90] Corpsecycle is life's circle
[05:02.82] Life's circle is corpsecycle
[05:09.44] Life is passing away
[05:16.58] Society eats your mind away
[05:24.15] Life has passed you away
[05:27.84] Flesh turned to gray
[05:31.50] Society ate your mind away
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