Tripping over Tombstones

He who hesitates is lost
Against the grain, no matter the cost
Many hands make light work
You'll get cut short with my words!

In the end you know a pilot in the storm
I hope you die well
Its fucking farewell
The chip on your shoulder looks heavy as hell
I hope you're blackballed
You're fucking stonewalled

You thumb, your nose, and all you've learned
Just turn you back as bridges burn

In my heart I'm a war
Tripping over these tombstones
In my heart I'm at war
I keep tripping over these tombstones

It's your fucking final hour
I've laid out my tattered heart
Into the blinding light
To avoid the dark
What did I fall into?
I'm through
You've skewed the view
Sometimes salvation ain't
But a door away... from you

There's no saving grace
We're at a crossroads
You don't know
You don't know me at all
Know me at all

Fucking Farewell
This is war
Fucking farewell
Fucking Farewell