To whom it may concern Lyrics

von Rykers

To whom it may concern

Progressive downfall of tradition
Brings out the worst in you
Turning friends into enemies
It's so obscure but nothing new
You blame others for your inability
Insinuate they never cared
Don't crucify yourself on a cross
That was never yours to bear

It's just another fall from grace

It's overtime and you fuckin? know it
So you want to play the martyr
And distract that you're
The ones who blowed it!
There ain't no martyrdom for envy
That you so desperately seek
Just the strench from fatricide
Of that from now on you will reek

It's just another fall from grace
When you thought you knew all familiar faces
Cut down ? forced back into your place
Accept ? it's just another fall rom grace

One way or the other you're going down
...and you know what...
You can't wash the blood of your hands
Wash the blood of our hands

You wage a war on a personal scale
But like everything you did it's destined to fail
Wiping your name out of the scene once and for all
Making yourself just another number
Added to death's tool

No more family... once and for all