Ghost In The Machine

Pagan Reign

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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.
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!