[Verse 1: Jon Foreman]
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

[Chorus]
Son of sorrow
Staring down forever
With an aching view
Disenchanted
Let's go down together
With the fatal wound

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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