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.