Sorrow - Off With Their Heads

Father, can you hear me?

Have how I let you down?

I curse the day that I was born

And all the sorrow in this world

Let me take you to the herding ground

Where all good men are trampled down

Just to settle a bet that could not be won

Between a prideful father and his son

Will you guide me now, for I can’t see

A reason for the suffering and this long misery

What if every living soul could be upright and strong?

Well then I do imagine

There will be sorrow

Yeah, there will be sorrow

And there will be sorrow no more

When all soldiers lay their weapons down

Or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crowns

Or when the only true messiah rescues us from ourselves

It’s easy to imagine

There will be sorrow

Yeah, there will be sorrow

And there will be sorrow no more

There will be sorrow

Yeah, there will be sorrow

And there will be sorrow no more

Yeah, there will be sorrow

Yeah, there will be sorrow

And there will be sorrow no more