Your word's a fracture in the ground, We all walk on as they fall down. What have you got to be proud of? Yeah... What have you done? Your words cut deeper than the knife On the wrist of a son... On the wrist of a son! On the wrist of a son! Slow down, You're so quick to judge All of those around, I have found, It's hard to see through your reign, That keeps pouring down. Your word's a fracture in the ground, We all walk on as they fall down... On the wrist of a son! On the wrist of a son! Your word's a fracture in the ground... We all walk on as they fall down... On the wrist of a son!