Testo 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
It's fucking farewell
That 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 your back as bridges burn
In my heart I'm at 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 fell 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 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