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

my soul