All the saints, the sinners, and greats
Have always surrendered in their time of fate
I'll take my name and make history
Not being cowards they wanted for me
I'll retrace my steps
Find where I have fallen
Bury those trenches
Walking over with glory
All the saints (all the saints), the sinners, and greats
Will be gone (gone)
Gone one day
I will not abide to the times
Refusing to look up to someone with power
My bones are comparable
But we are, covered in the storms
We live unbalanced
Covered in the shadows
Born to be fools
Adoring lost souls
All the saints (all the saints), the sinners, and greats
Will be gone (gone)
Gone one day
