Can we make sense of it all? 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 To find 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
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