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Support the artist: I fade before your very eyes and wander off to realize the spiders in your hair wont bite but something pulls me far away the ancient world that never dies a thousand faces pure and white painted like a haunted man she takes a part of everything another day among the dead a severed soul can play again she make her children suffocate right before the very end... It’s like the day of the dead... Departed as we celebrate if everyone should promenade like hanging spiders on a web it’s nothing that I’ve ever said a splitting headache, killing jar girls inside a burning car screaming as we watch in horror fire fire everywhere another day among the dead a severed soul can play again she make her children suffocate right before the very end... It’s
