Beauty in the Sorrow Trivium

[Intro]
Can we make sense of it all?
The lies our fathers told
To find the beauty in the sorrow

[Bridge]
So young
Did it even matter?
So young
Did it even matter?

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
Can we make sense of it all?
The lies our fathers told
To find the beauty in the sorrow