It's Over (Live in Toronto)

It's Over (Live in Toronto) - Silverstein/Paul Marc Rousseau/Carson Novak/Grant McFarland/Shane Told/Bill Hamilton/Sam Guaiana

Composed by：Paul Marc Rousseau/Carson Novak/Grant McFarland/Shane Told/Bill Hamilton/Sam Guaiana

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