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