[TGR9] T.I.M.E. (Trapped in Memory Exectution)

Wandering in circles, lost in the loop, I feel my essence and spirit droop. I wonder if it's my own private hell, Yet I know nothing, except I can't fall. It's not time to fight, it's time to think. It's time to stay afloat, to try not to sink. But I have no time, I've run out of it. Luckily enough, time here means just shit. I want it back, the simpler times, When a bullet and a riff were fine To challenge a god, strong and unbeatable, So huge that failure was kinda affordable. I want it back, the simpler times, When spitting at the sky wasn't a crime. With my leather jacket and my silver gun, To kill time and people was almost fun. Looking at the circle, hypnotized by the loop, My rage deflates, I feel pretty good. I've lived two lives, or three? I lost count. I've met saints and sinners, along with some cunts. But all that I had, at last is lost. To have is a blessing, to lose is its cost. And I had a lot, fuck, I got all of it. I take it all, giving back shit. I want it back, the simpler times, When a bullet and a riff were fine. To challenge a god, an enemy unbeatable, So huge that failure was kinda affordable. I want it back, the simpler times, When you lived your life and then just died. No net, no traps, no sentient ghost, When I was me, not an abusive host. Looking at the circle, I get it at last. Here, I am not a stranger nor an outcast. Regrets, memories, things meant to be. This line, these shadows are parts of me. So I recognize it, I get it this time. Its hate smells familiar, its hate just mine. Regrets, memories, things meant to be. This shadow is a mirror, just the past me. It's time, no point in avoiding this fate. Regrets, memories, fears, hate (hate, hate) yeah, my own private hell, mine to embrace.