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...