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'm 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'm 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'm taking back my soul No more It's over I'm on to you, your evil game The tables have turned I'm taking back my soul My soul!