Pagan Reign Ghost In The Machine
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!