Some Daggers Wear Red - Spoken Terrain Lyrics

Never were known for your accuracy
You're never quite sure, the aim
You never know how they'll get to abuse
Your certainty of waste

You never know why
Why they're looking to fine
The foolish and the weird
You never were known for your accuracy
You're never quite sure, the aim

Empty my thoughts
Empty my vault
Empty my sole refrain
Empty my dreams
We're casualties
In this spoken for terrain

You're never quite sure
Why you're breeding yarns
You think you're original
You spend your money
On those stupid cons
Who claim to up sell the toil

You know what to do here
You know what to do here
You never were known for your accuracy
And you've got no one to blame