The Fatal Wound

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

The son of sorrow

Is 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

Is this the final bow?

My breath avoids me

My chest is in my head

My stomach's upside down, down

The son of sorrow

Is 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