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