It's pretty repetitive...
Run, run, run to your grave (x4)
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 (x2)
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
(Drum roll)
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
Repeat to end