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Processed, Diluted
Virtually unrecognisable
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
And I'm taking back my soul

Tranquilised, Scrutinised
Hate-injected mind
As if internal wounds
Wouldnt bleed, wouldnt hurt me

I see through your lies
Taking back what's mine
Processed, Diluted   Virtually unrecognisable   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   And I'm taking back my soul      Tranquilised, Scrutinised   Hate-injected mind   As if internal wounds   Wouldnt bleed, wouldnt hurt me      I see through your lies   Taking back what's mine