Spiderhead

In ealy autumn, I saw her face A premonition Beneath the sky Panning the landscape Quick gust across a barren desert On stretch to bring me closer On stretch 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 turnover The crimson tone will deepen Until October For it all to reverse For it all to turnover 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 turnover The crimson tone will deepen Until October For it all to reverse For it all to turnover The crimson tone will deepen Until October