The archetype illuminates My future's slip On a hopeless death trip Stop at nothing Convalesce on the spot Inert until you rot Throw your cross Like a steak into the chest On a hopeless death 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 death 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 death 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 death trip Truth can't win this kind of fight Hold the light