Taking Back My Soul
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
Writer/s: Christopher Amott / Daniel Erlandsson / Michael Amott
