See the skin on my hands   worn right down,  Down to the bone.   See The blood dripping Down to the floor   Bleeding for you.   I'll Work like a slave   Do as you want Bleeding for you.   There Is nothing left   A hollow shell   Ghost in the machine!   You take me for granted   You work me like a slave   But I can see your face   And I don't want to live that way.   No more!   No With The blood on my Hands   I won't die By your command.   Greed vice and corruption   The things For which you stand.   Fuck you and your reasons   They mean nothing to me.   I'll rise up against   Until it is Your hands that bleed.   You take me for granted   You work me like a slave   But I can see your face   And I don't want to live that way.   No more!   No more!   No more!