All That Shines Is Not Truth

All that shines is not truth
All that glitters does not shine
Real beauty rarely glitters so I find
Real beauty rarely glitters so I find
Broken diamonds on the floor
Fractured beauty into violence
Muddy waters that’s for sure
Despite the mist
Despite the mist
Let me lay these torn and crimson
Talking of the days to come
Never noticing that the missing
Finding her
Finding her
Prince in glory saw her
Cross upon his chest
Tossed aside in his crown of paper
Truly blessed
Truly blessed
The shepherd is waning
In his woolen garments
Fallen leaves flown out in the rain
By my soul
Oh my garments
I was too clean
I was too clean
I was too clean
I was too clean