Strings To The Spider Web.
Ghosts In My Head.
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| Pathways Into The Interworkings. Strings To The Spider Web. Ghosts In My Head. |
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Out of the Ash I Rise with My Red Hair And I Eat Men Like Air | ||||||||||||||||
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| Ringing In My Ears | |||||||||||||||||
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| ...its not like you killed someone | |||||||||||||||||
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Your silence will not protect you.... | ||||||||||||||||