I´m Working on That

I'm digging a grave for a child with no head
 All is prepared but no last rites are read
 As his worn-out carcass wilts in my hand
 Innocence dies with the birth of a man
 I found his body out in the Field
 Where the winds blow fierce and the ground is unstable
 His head was lost in a battle of faith
 Where he fought for his life and gave all he was able
 I'm digging a grave for a child with no head
 All is done but no last rites are read
 As his carcass wilts in my hand
 Innocence dies with the birth of a man
 There in his coffin he waits to be found
 All dressed up for that trip under ground
 Black suit, white gloves and a small tie to match
 But what shall I do with that little black hat?
 I'm working on that!
 Memories show scars on his little body
 He bled for the world now he's bleeding for me
 Something's familiar 'bout the way he lived
 At closer inspection, I see; I was he
 I'm digging a grave for that child with no head
 All is done but no last rites are read
 As his carcass wilts in my hand
 Innocence dies with the birth of a man
 There in his coffin he waits to be found
 All dressed up for that trip under ground
 Black suit, white gloves and a small tie to match
 But what shall I do with that little black hat?
 I'm working on that!
 I'm digging a grave for that child with no head
 All is done but no last rites are read
 And I will stay with him through the end
 As his carcass wilts in my hand
 Innocence dies with the birth of a man
 For no other soul can carry your sins
 There in his coffin he waits to be found
 All dressed up for that trip underground
 But where he will go, he must go alone
 Black suit, white gloves and a small tie to match
 But what shall I do with that little black hat?
 I'm working on that!