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