Spiderhead

In early autumn I saw her face

A premonition

Beneath the sky

Panning the landscape

Quick gusts across a barren desert

Arms stretched to bring me closer

Arms stretched to bring me close

Wheels - spinning and spinning

Blind minds - thinning and thinning

The spiderhead casts a violet spell

Tell it to me tell it well

Let it sound all the way to hell

Tell it to me tell it well

She seems common for the most part

As the page turns

The calendar drifts

Her claims - profound

For it all to reverse

For it all to turn over

The crimson tone will deepen

Until October

For it all to reverse

For it all to turn over

The crimson tone will deepen

Until October

Wheels - spinning and spinning

Blind minds - thinning and thinning

The spiderhead casts a violet spell

Tell it to me tell it well

Let it sound all the way to hell

Tell it to me tell it well

For it all to reverse

For it all to turn over

The crimson tone will deepen

Until October

For it all to reverse

For it all to turn over

The crimson tone will deepen

Until October