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