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 $#&@ing farewell.

The chip on your shoulder looks heavy as Hell.
I hope you're blackballed
You're $#&@ing 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 $#&@ing 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.


$#&@ing Farewell
This is war.
$#&@ing farewell.

$#&@ing Farewell.