Tripping Over Tombstones - DevilDriver

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