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Processed, diluted
Virtually unrecognizable
I was lost there, no direction
A scattered void
No more, it's over, I'm onto you
(You're evil game)
The tables have turned
I'm taking back my soul
Tranquilized, scrutinized
Hate injected mind
As if eternal wounds
Wouldn't bleed, wouldn't hurt me
No more, it's over, I'm onto you
(You're evil game)
The tables have turned
I'm taking back my soul
I see through you're lies
Taking back whats mine
No more, it's over, I'm onto you
(You're evil game)
The tables have turned
I'm taking back my soul
No more, it's over, I'm onto you
(You're evil game)
The tables have turned
I'm taking back my soul, my soul
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