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