I am the crisis
I am the bitter end
I'm gonna gun this down
I am divided
I am the razor edge
There is no easy now

Son of sorrow, staring down forever with an aching view
Disenchanted let's go down together with the fatal wound

This is the real thing, no rubber bullets now
This is the final blow
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 let's go down together with the fatal wound
With the fatal wound
With the fatal wound