To Whom It May Concern Lyrics


Anyone? Could you see the pain

that dwells inside of me?

To whom it may concern

I ask for justice, even in a small piece



If I had lived in

this place since its inception, I would see

All this process of degradation

What a waste! What a waste!

A thousand years, yet we see nothing,

not even a thing to be to be proud of

Always cling to our past fortune,

but that was made by our forefathers

If I had lived in

this place since its inception, I would see

All this process of degradation

What a waste! What a waste!

Does anyone care? Enough of this hell!

Fading solemnly to obscurity!

(All this process of deterioration)