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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Silverstein
Silverstein
Исполнитель
Paul Marc Rousseau
Paul Marc Rousseau
Электрогитара
Shane Told
Shane Told
Ведущий вокал
Bill Hamilton
Bill Hamilton
Электрическая бас-гитара
Josh Bradford
Josh Bradford
Электрогитара
Paul Koehler
Paul Koehler
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Sam Guaiana
Sam Guaiana
Автор песен
Paul Marc Rousseau
Paul Marc Rousseau
Автор песен
Carson Novak
Carson Novak
Автор песен
Grant McFarland
Grant McFarland
Автор песен
Shane Told
Shane Told
Автор песен
Bill Hamilton
Bill Hamilton
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Sam Guaiana
Sam Guaiana
Продюсер

Слова

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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