The lies our fathers told
To find the beauty in the sorrow
So young
Did it even matter
So young
Did it even matter
It felt so strange
Living in my grave
Count each breath, waiting to expire
Remember home
Dying here alone
Hollow words, anthems from the choir
Can we make sense of it all
The lies our fathers told
To find the beauty in the sorrow
The lies they told
Can we make sense of it all
The beauty in the sorrow
So young
Did it even matter
So young
Did it even matter
It felt so strange
Looking at your grave
An early end, I read letters to remember
So I moved on
Or so the story goes
Shots rang out, red flowers a reminder
Can we make sense of it all
The lies our fathers told
The beauty in the sorrow
The beauty in the sorrow
The beauty in the sorrow
So young
Did it even matter
So young
Did it even matter
Can we make sense of it all
The lies our fathers told
To find the beauty in the sorrow
The lies they told
Can we make sense of it all
The beauty in the sorrow
