The Hate I Won't Commit (Land of Talk)

Soothsayer, I do not adore The voices or flight of birds And now all them wooden, a boy or a girl They'll fail away, full stop Lightning and snow Cracks and slivers Burned in a row So do not pretend that you do not love the war I've seen you fight and fall on your sword Blame us not for waiting Just has little cause, I've seen you fight See the breast, see the brain See the lung, see the stomach Cut from the same fur It's winsome and then by feeling The devil makes in