Вершы: Cold. Year Of The Spider. The Day Seattle Died.

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