he who hesitates is lost against the grain no matter the cost many hands make light work you ll get cut short with my words in the end you know a pilot in the storm i 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 and 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