Processed, diluted,
Virtually unrecognizable
I was lost there — No direction
A scattered void
No more
It’s over
I’m on to you
Your evil game
The tables have turned
I am taking back my soul
Tranquilized, Scrutinized
Hate injected mind
As if internal wounds
Wouldn’t bleed, wouldn’t hurt me
No more
It’s over
I’m on to you
Your evil game
The tables have turned
I am taking back my soul
I see through your lies
Taking back what’s mine
No more
It’s over
I’m on to you
Your evil game
The tables have turned
I am taking back my soul
No more
It’s over
I’m on to you
Your evil game
The tables have turned
I am taking back my soul