"To Whom It May Concern" lyrics

Time has come to write a letter
To share some thoughts for worse, for better
Woke up sore again today
My heart, my gut, my soul, all over

Time has come to write a letter
To share some thoughts for worse, for better
Woke up sore again today
My heart, my gut, my soul, all over

We used to sit and talk and listen
Agree-to-disagree discussion
We used to be much stronger
Then they fed you hate and made a weapon

Manipulated sense of urgency
Obliterate your sense of empathy
Algorithm feeding your despair
Now you're seeing devils everywhere

A ghoul is what you've now become
Sold your soul to end another
But we are all your next of kin
Neighbor, sibling, elder, mother

Sleep paralysis took hold of me (Neighbor, sibling, elder, mother)
Immobilizing dread despondency (Neighbor, sibling, elder, mother)
Algorithm feeding our despair (Neighbor, sibling, elder, mother)
Now we're seeing devils everywhere (Neighbor, sibling, elder, mother)

(We are all your next of kin)
(Neighbor, sibling, elder, mother)
(We are all your next of kin)
(Neighbor, sibling, elder, mother)
(We are all your next of kin)
(Neighbor, sibling, elder, mother)
(We are all your next of kin)
(Neighbor, sibling, elder, mother)

Woke up sore again today
My heart, my gut, my soul, all over
Time has come to write a letter
To whom it may or should concern