Tripping Over Tombstones

He who hesitates is lost, against the grain, no matter the ocst
Many hands make light work
You'll get cut short with my words!
In the end you know a pilot in the storm
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 at 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.