All Saints Day - ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

It was All Saints Day

Wind and rain hit my face

Ripped apart from lack of grace

Now so torn

You never said

All of this would end so strange

Walked to a church across the bridge

Found my shame

Never been the type to confess

It all seems to waste away

When your double-tongued mouth opens wide

Everybody knows you can’t hide forever

November fades

Never could put this mind to rest

Step in the cold and on the mess

Feeling scorned

I found myself

Hinting with nothing to give or show

Never gave a care until now

Now it’s late

Never been the type to confess

It all seems to waste away

When your double-tongued mouth opens wide

Everybody knows you can’t hide forever

Pariah prophet faltering way too much

The crazed crusades got me in a crux

Like a mute without a voice

With a bottle in my hand, make some noise

Make some noise

Make some noise

Make some noise

It was All Saints Day

It was All Saints Day