All St. Day – …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead
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It was All St. 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