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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! From Letras Mania