Текст песни Devildriver - Tripping Over Tombstones

Текст:

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 It's fucking farewell That 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 your back as bridges burn In my heart I'm at 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 fell 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 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

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