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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Silverstein
Silverstein
Performer
Paul Marc Rousseau
Paul Marc Rousseau
Electric Guitar
Shane Told
Shane Told
Lead Vocals
Bill Hamilton
Bill Hamilton
Electric Bass Guitar
Josh Bradford
Josh Bradford
Electric Guitar
Paul Koehler
Paul Koehler
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Guaiana
Sam Guaiana
Songwriter
Paul Marc Rousseau
Paul Marc Rousseau
Songwriter
Carson Novak
Carson Novak
Songwriter
Grant McFarland
Grant McFarland
Songwriter
Shane Told
Shane Told
Songwriter
Bill Hamilton
Bill Hamilton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Guaiana
Sam Guaiana
Producer

Texty

It's all falling down around me The last grain of sand slipping through the hourglass And it can be so overwhelming Like racing to a red light Someone cut the brake lines Nothing's making sense I'm running out of breath My heart is beating faster and faster It's happening again The walls are closing in I'm trying to hold on, but it feels like the end Cue the curtain call, roll the credits, it's over Death is creeping in and it's never been closer All the violins won't make us sink slower Put me in the ground, throw the flowers, it's over The last time, it almost killed me I could see myself drifting through the afterlife And from hell I saw my body lifeless Flat on my back, tied up to the train tracks Nothing's making sense I'm running out of breath My heart is beating faster and faster It's happening again The walls are closing in I'm trying to hold on, but it feels like the end Cue the curtain call, roll the credits, it's over Death is creeping in and it's never been closer All the violins won't make us sink slower Put me in the ground, throw the flowers, it's over Take me out of this world Where trust is corruption I'll always be the pariah So give me death and destruction I smashed it all into pieces Rolled in the glass 'til I bled This whole ride was just a headrush Drop the flowers, I'm dead Nothing's making sense I'm running out of breath I'm trying to hold on, but it feels like the end Cue the curtain call, roll the credits, it's over Death is creeping in and it's never been closer All the violins won't make us sink slower Put me in the ground, throw the flowers, it's over
Writer(s): Paul Marc Rousseau, Shane M Told, William Francis Alexander Hamilton, Sam Guaiana, Grant Mcfarland, Carson Novak Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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