We have made ourselves a bed, a bed in the grave
Tossing and turning, tossing and turning, what are you waiting for?
Tossing and turning, tossing and turning, what are you still here for?
So run, run, run out of this place
Run, run, run out of this place!
We have bound ourselves with chains, and cuddled in its warmth
We have chose to wait it out, to die in the storm
Settling down, sitting around, our bodies waste away
Settling down, looking around as the seconds fade away
So run, run, run out of this place
Run, run, run out of this place!
This world isn't getting any younger than the treasures we hold dear
The clock isn't ticking any slower than our hearts that beat with fear
If we could turn back the hands, we would make amends
But where do we go? Cos were never coming back here again!
We're never coming back, we're never coming here again
We're never coming back, we're never coming here again
You gotta run, run, run out of this place!
Run, run, RUN OUT OF THIS PLACE!
Do you hear the sirens scream though those walls
Do you hear the sirens scream through those walls
So what are you still here for?
