Tripping Over Tombstones 가사

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.