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[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