Beauty in the Sorrow - Trivium

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

Can we make sense of it all?

The beauty in the sorrow