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Cold - Year of the Spider - The Day Seattle Died
Year of the Spider
01. Remedy
02. Suffocate
03. Cure My Tragedy (A Letter to God)
04. Stupid Girl
05. Don’t Belong
06. Wasted Years
07. Whatever You Became
08. Sad Happy
09. Rain Song
10. The Day Seattle Died
11. Change the World
12. Black Sunday
13. Kill the Music Industry / Gone Away
Turn all the lights down low
Try to fade your apathy
Made up a world where you can even be you
Star in a tragedy
Shadowed voice on an open court
And light up around the world just to hear you scream
Blown away by fame
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor
Never learn in faith
If you can't believe
Drowning in misery
The nightmare begins when you close the door
You sat in your angry chair and stryed 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 learn in faith
If you can't believe
Blown away by fame
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor
Never learn in faith
If you can't believe
And you won't believe
And he can't believe
Blown away by fame
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor
Never learn in faith
If you can't believe
Blown away by fame
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor
Never learn in faith
If you can't believe
And you won't believe
And he can't believe
And they won't believe
And they can't believe