...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead - All Saints Day

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
Walk to a church across the bridge
Find my shame
Never been the type to confess
It all seemed 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
Felling scorned
I found myself
Hinting with nothing to give or show
Never gave or cared (a care), until now
Now it's late
Never been the type to confess
It all seemed to waste away
When your double-tongued mouth opened wide
Everybody knows you can't hide forever
Pariah prophet faltering way too much
Crazed crusades got me in a crux
Like a mute without a voice
With a bottle in my hand, make some noise
It was All Saints Day...