| Run, run, run to your grave |
| Run, run, run to your grave |
| Run, oh, run, run to your grave |
| Run, oh, run, run to your grave |
| Cause they’re coming for your brain but |
| They will leave with your head |
| And they’ve got money and science |
| And they will leave you for dead |
| Sleep, sleep, sleep in your tomb |
| Sleep, oh, sleep, sleep in your tomb |
| Don’t bury your body with your diamonds |
| Cause you know they’ll dig up your grave |
| And don’t hold on to your riches |
| Cause when you die, you’re a slave |
| And emotion is a simple test to the synapse |
| Don’t let it fool you into thinking that you’ve got brains |
| And the more you feel, the more you will take with you |
| So cut the flesh and let your blood flow to the drain |
| You’ve got to Tear, burn, soil the flesh |
| God will do the rest |
| Scream, cry, pray, confess |
| God will do the rest |
| Scream, cry, pray, confess |
| God will do the rest |
| Scream, cry, pray, confess |
| God will do the rest |