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
Tranquilized, scrutinized
Hate injected mind
As if internal wounds
Wouldn't bleed, wouldn't hurt me
I am taking back my soul
I see through your lies
Taking back what's mine
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
Tranquilized, scrutinized
Hate injected mind
As if internal wounds
Wouldn't bleed, wouldn't hurt me
I am taking back my soul
I see through your lies
Taking back what's mine