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.
Tripping over tombstones lyrics