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 Lead - Gus G. Tranquilized, scrutinized Hate injected mind As if internal wounds Wouldn't bleed, wouldn't hurt me Lead - Christopher Amott I see through your lies Taking back what's mine Lead - Michael Amott