the archetype illuminates 
my future's slip 
on a hopeless deathtrip 

stop a nothing 
convalesce on the spot 
inert until you rot 

throw your cross 
like a steak into the chest 
on a hopeless deathtrip 

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 deathtrip 

two can play this game 
jockey for superior numbers 
up the flames 

throw your cross 
like a steak into the chest 
on a hopeless deathtrip 

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 deathtrip 

truth can't win this kind of fight 
hold the light