To Whom It May Concern

Are you joking me? Fill the texture, help me to remember They try to destroy me from within Next in line to burn, all around is putrid and corrupted My scream flies to whom it may concern New sight to world, deprives its treasures, I reached the dusk inside your mind With his tear I'm trapped in circles, they found a brand-new way to kill 'em I've seen giants hiding timeless deeds, curtain falls on them ANCIENT RUINS AND DUST IS WHAT REMAINS OF A ROTTED WORLD Trees are now burned, planets are bleeding, sea breeze transforms into fire Never loved child, is disappearing, growing hate for his revenge Making devastating every dream, curtain falls on them Ancient ruins and dust is what remains, of a fall world We'll not respect anymore, you were addicted to war It's too late for remorse.. It grows, along with human being, shame, common way to think They're selling and setting a price for all, no toleration anymore I've seen how the futile, becomes obsession How feelings are subdued and carried inside It's so sad to see I am the only one Not confused, not overcome I see how tomorrow, becomes so vivid How men can repeat their past mistakes We conquer worlds one by one, but we are Still confused, still overcome To whom - It may - Concern