Spiderhead
Jonathan Gering, Kyle Sipress, Michael Hranica
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. 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. 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.
