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