Dirt Hands

I hope you can look her in the eyes

i hope she can be more than a target

and reject all the ideals we made for her

in our fake world

in our factories

what's life like in a fucking factory?

make the corporate son work in the industry

built by his father's dirty hands

her head is aching

a blank stare

a bed invitation

she doesn't know what to do

cause she is too obsessed

to fit the mindless image

the picture you made for her

the ideal was forced on her

i hope she rejects me,

i hope she rejects

make the corporate son work in the industry

built by his father's dirty hands

(he washed them in the blood of the workers)

(blood of the workers' daughters)