The archetype illuminates
My future's slip
On a hopeless d**h trip
Stop at nothing
Convalesce on the spot
Inert until you rot
Throw your cross
Like a steak into the chest
On a hopeless d**h trip
Crashed, scattered
Blood on the filthiest hands
Your worst nightmare is this curse
Darkness, no governance surrounds
In pocket's all what's left
On a hopeless d**h trip
Two can play this game
Jockey for superior numbers
Up the flames
Throw your cross
Like a steak into the chest
On a hopeless d**h trip
Truth can't win this kind of fight
Deception is your light
There's no hope
On your own
And now the archetype illuminates the slip
Of my future on this d**h trip
Truth can't win this kind of fight
Hold the light