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Text: Cold. Year Of The Spider. Whatever You Became.

Whatever you became
Blame it on my fame
I'm aways away from you
Sold my life for a song
Whatever you killed
The blood got on my face
See it took over you
And your minds nearly gone

And I can't change my ways
Sorry it's my fault
I wasn't there to see
Whatever you became
Whatever you became

Whatever you became
You blame it on blind faith
I can't turn away from you
What's my life if your gone
Whatever you feel
I take it on my stage
I sing to the world for you
And I'm always alone

And I can't change my ways
Sorry it's my fault
I wasn't there to see
Whatever you became
Whatever you became

I can see it all
You're so far away
I can't take this anymore
I can't live until I see your face

I can see it all
You're so far away
I can't take this anymore
I can't live until I see your face

And I can't change my ways
Sorry it's my fault
I wasn't there to see
(Sorry it's my, sorry it's my)
And I can't change my ways
(And I can't change)
Sorry it's my fault
I wasn't there to see
Whatever you became
Whatever you became

Whatever you became
(Somethings gone away)
(You've taken this from me)
Whatever you became
(Until I see your face)
(And I'm slipping away)