Out of the offices, faces grey

All of the zombies look the other way

Scared of meeting face to face

Scared to let strangers into their space

Out of the offices, faces grey

All of the zombies look the other way

Scared of meeting face to face

Scared to let strangers into their space

Can't think, must work

(repeats)

Too scared to accept that the life they lead

Is based on pain and death and greed

Can't think, must work

(repeats)

Too busy working to question, doubt

Unless you think (?) you'll never find out