Cymbal Rush

Try to save but a death will come off the road Try to build a wall that’s high enough

It’s all boiling over, all boiling over

Try to save your house Try to save your songs Try to run But it follows you up the hill

It’s all boiling over, all boiling over Your loved ones, your loved ones.

No more conversation, no more conversation. You show it to me and I’m running out of chance All our rooms renumbered and looses tender Don’t turn away, don’t turn away