I am the crisis I am the bitter end I'm gonna gun this town I am divided I am the razor edge there is no easy now son of sorrow staring down forever with an aching view disenchanted lets go down together with the fatal wound this is the real thing no rubber bullets now this is the final bow my breath avoids me my chest is in my head my stomach's upside down down son of sorrow staring down forever with an aching view disenchanted lets go down together with the fatal wound with the fatal wound with the fatal wound