Processed. Diluted.
Virtually unrecognizable
I was lost there - no direction
A scattered void
Chorus:
No more
It's over
I'm onto you
(your evil game)
The tables have turned
I'm taking back my soul
Solo
Tranquilized. Scrutinized.
Hate injected mind
As if eternal wounds
Wouldn't bleed, wouldn't hurt me
Chorus:
No more
It's over
I'm onto you
(your evil game)
The tables have turned
I'm taking back my soul
Solo
I see through your lies
Taking back what's mine
Solos
Chorus:
No more
It's over
I'm onto you
(your evil game)
The tables have turned
I'm taking back my soul
[Repeat chorus]
My Soul