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
I see through your lies
Taking back what s mine

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