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