He who hesitates is lost, against the grain, no matter the ocst.
Many hands make light work
Youll 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 youre blackballed
Youre fucking stonewalled
You thumb your nose at all youve learned.
Just turn you back as bridges burn.
In my heart Im a war
Tripping over these tombstones
In my heart Im at war
I keep tripping over these tombstones
Its your fucking final hour.
Ive laid out my tattered heart.
Into the blinding light.
To avoid the dark
What did I fall into?
Im through,
Youve skewed the view.
Sometimes salvation aint but a door away from you.
Theres no saving grace, were at a crossroads
You dont know, you dont know me at all, know me at all.
Fucking Farewell
This is war.
Fucking farewell.
Fucking Farewell.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
