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Down IV – Part II
Sufferer's Years
One, two, three, go
Dark of December
Lying with wraith of the dying times
Oh yeah
Cries in unison sing
With the sufferer's breathing spoil
Match that fleeting's toil
And catch the fleeing soul
And open the gatefold graves
'Cause I hate this time of year
A recall of long gone names
I said I hate this time of year
Through the suffering all
Stark doom impendor
Draught in home and tomb entwine
Oh yeah
I said cries in unison sing
With the sufferer's heaving lull
Match that beating's toll
And catch the fleeing soul (Catch the fleeing soul)
Falling from an attic
Helped to feet dead
Falling from an attic
Helped to feet dead
I said one, two, fuck you
Dark of December
Rattle shrunken over glazing eyes
Oh yeah
I said cries in unison sing
With the sufferer's breathing spoil
Match that fleeting toil
And catch the fleeing soul
If you can
Open the gatefold graves
I said I hate this time of year
To visit the ghosted names
'Cause I hate this time of year
Through the suffering all
I hate this time of year
Through the suffering all
I said I hate this time of year
Through the suffering all
I fucking hate this time of year
Falling from an attic
Helped to feet dead
Falling from an attic
Helped to feet dead
Cries in unison sing
Years count
Cries in unison sing
Years count
Cries in unison sing
Years count
Cries in unison sing
Years count
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