Going in circles
Stuck in this war
An urge for change
But haven’t changed at all
Bitter and twisted
This world turns black
Maybe I‘ve lost sight
But I won’t lose my path
How many times
How many ways
Trapped in this mess till the end of days
This impact brought out the worst
Out of my eyes
Meant to be out of my thoughts
Recover substance
Won’t get caught in the ground
Set myself free
To make this count
How many times
How many ways
Trapped in this mess till the end of days