Run to Your Grave

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