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