[Instrumental] [Verse: Atar-E] Inside of my head I've been writing this letter Decided to send it when everything gets better I look to the right and I look to the left And I see that we fell, right into step But we push on, when put to the test We keep fighting with a hook and a left Will we make it, ways to tell time is the best I just hope we don't die with the rest Lest we be bested by stresses then Guess that's the end of progression, repressing Confessions professions the rivers recessed and were left in A cesspool that's at best oppression that is my impression It's met with acceptance I cannot accept this It's time for protesting against everything that I'm not impressed with/ It's time to address it Stop lying, cause I am the message I tried to repent for sins I've committed But I was never good at being god's apprentice So I wrote you this letter and I hope that you read it Because the meaning stays the same through all of the seasons Please remember don't return to sender I'm frozen cold like the worst November I heard that it's over, burnt to embers But I just keep fighting on through December