Lyrics "Idle Years", Interloper
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Your voice like venom
There is a remedy
That I have not found
Too late to unhear
The most horrid sound
Surging, amplifying
Red to black, I drown
I know not what I do
What I do
Of this I fear
Haunting unknown
From idle years
Come inner demons
Choirs of clashing
Flooded capillaries
Sing while collapsing
For how long has this
Inner nature from me
Hid in a dormant
Chamber of my being?
I know not what I do
What I do
Of this I fear
Haunting unknown
From idle years
Come inner demons
From idle years
Come inner demons
From idle years.