Empleados Muertos

Tired
From work
Hate
My job

I should be mourning
But soon I have another shift
It seems like the day never ends
What sense does this life make like this?

Here
In this
Infernal work!
Oh!

We are dead employees!
And we wander for low wages
But I think I prefer
To eat your brain!

Look at you, you look healthy
You only think of pleasant things
Get away from my suffering!
For all the stress I experience

Don't come close, I can infect you
With my chilling desires
I try to escape from my job
Because at night I start to transform

Here
In this
Infernal work!
Oh!

We are dead employees!
And we wander for low wages
But I think I prefer
To eat your brain!