Artist: cold
Song: the day seattle died
Album: Year Of The Spider
Year: 2003
Turn all the lights down low
Tryin' to fade your apathy
Made up a world where you can't even be you
Star in a tragedy
Shattered voice on an open chord
They line up around the world just to hear you scream
Blown away by fame
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor
Never mind in faith if you can't believe
Drowning in misery
The nightmare began when you closed the door
You sat in your angry chair and just tried to be you
The needle became your Queen
The drug had become your enemy
And music was just a way for you to bleed
Blown away by fame
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor
Never mind in faith if you can't believe
Blown away by fame
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor
And never mind in faith if you can't believe
And he won't believe
And he can't believe
Blown away by fame
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor
Never mind in faith if you can't believe
Blown away by fame
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor
Never mind in faith if you can't believe
And he won't believe
And he can't believe
And they won't believe
And they can't believe
