| Skeletons built to last in concrete | |
| Like tombstones in these barren lands | |
| Standing so strong in reflection | |
| Against the pale grey sky | |
| These suburbs are full of zombies | |
| Infected by plague and festering boils | |
| Foul scent of the rotting ones | |
| The decaying remains of a happier time | |
| Children of black coffins | |
| Awaiting to be sincerely torn | |
| Bones are crushed by machinery | |
| Their dust will be spread by the storm | |
| Inexhaustible crowds of graveyards | |
| Condemned to a life of rats | |
| Overwhelmed by endless torment | |
| The ones above are laughing at you | |
| Children of suburban wastelands | |
| Awaiting to be ground into sand | |
| Hopes are being crushed by machinery | |
| Their souls are burning across the land |