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. f**k 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!