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

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[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
Take me out of this world
Where trust is corruption
I'll always be the pariah
So give me death and destruction
[Verse 8]
I smashed it all into pieces
Rolled in the glass till I bled
This whole ride was just a headrush
Drop the flowers, I'm dead
[Verse 9]
Nothing's making sense
I'm running out of breath
I'm trying to hold on, but it feels like the end
[Verse 10]
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
Written by: Billy Hamilton, Carson Novak, Grant McFarland, Paul Marc Rousseau, Sam Guaiana, Shane Told
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