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

Written by Jon Foreman. All songs ©2005 Meadowgreen Music Company and Sugar Pete Songs / All right administered by EMI CMG Publishing (ASCAP). All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Behind the Song:
“I wrote this song so that we would have a tune to play during the set with a harmonica. I'm deadly serious here. The harmonica will drive a man to do many things, (especially, in conjunction with a few bob dylan disks). This song was one of those tunes that you just spit out and try to figure out what it means after you're through- a rather dangerous way to go but very honest, almost free association type of thing. Well, it means a few things to me but overall it's a song of hope. The stone that the builders rejected has become the cornerstone. Hope for the hopeless in the form of the king of failures. The bed of e-bow guitars at the beginning really set the tone for this track for me. I whispered some Bokowski-ish lines over top and viola! -a vibey track appears from the mist of the harmonica flatlands.” – Jon Foreman (Switchfoot)