[style: industrial metal] [texture: gritty] [mood: energetic] [tempo: fast] [key: A minor] [intro: the Right Reverend sings in a creepy voice above dark atmospheric pads and arpeggiated cello riffs] Run (run faster, run)… my little rabbit Run (run faster, run)… down the rabbit hole Run (run faster, run)… my little rabbit Run, run faster, run (ooh) [dark growl] [verse: detuned guitar riffs, dark choirs, and aggressive war drums create an intense vibe] Upon your head rests a crown of gold Yet in your heart, darkness takes hold Once you see, your soul has been sold You’ll bleed for me, like the gods of old •• Now bleed for me (oogh) Like the gods of old… (bleed for me) [verse] Come smell how the Righteous, have gone wrong Slaying for somewhere to belong Praying to each snake that comes along They sold their souls… for just a song [pre-chorus] Just a little bit deeper (dig deeper) You can push your way, down that rabid hole Just a little bit harder (kick harder) Or you’ll find yourself, upon the charcoal [chorus] Dig deeper, hit harder, run… run faster (run) To escape from the edge of disaster Don’t succumb to libidinous pastors (no) Dig deeper, kick harder, run, run faster (run) To escape from the beds of Headmasters Or sip the sickest sins of ringmasters (run faster) [verse] Smell how the Pious, have gone astray Slaying for lies, all must obey Praying to madmen who come their way They sold us out… for Judgment Day [pre-chorus] Just a little bit deeper (dig deeper) You can push your way, down that rabid hole Just a little bit harder (kick harder) Or you’ll find yourself, upon the charcoal [chorus] Dig deeper, hit harder, run… run faster (run) To escape from the edge of disaster Don’t succumb to libidinous pastors (no) Dig deeper, kick harder, run, run faster (run) To escape from the beds of Headmasters Or sip the sickest sins of ringmasters (run faster) [bridge] Run… run my little rabbit Run to your sacred space (subjugation) Run… from the Saints and the Rabid Or accept Death’s embrace Run… run my little rabbit Run to your rabbit hole (resignation) Run… from the sacrosanct habit Or you will lose your soul (agh) [instrumental: dark cello solo] [chorus] Dig deeper, hit harder, run… run faster (run) To escape from the edge of disaster Don’t succumb to libidinous pastors (no) Dig deeper, kick harder, run, run faster (run) To escape from the beds of Headmasters Or sip the sickest sins of ringmasters (run faster) [outro] Run… run, my little rabbit (run faster) Run to your rabbit hole Run to your rabid rabbit hole You’ll bleed for me (ooh) Like the gods of old [dark laughter] Like the gods of old [dark growl]
