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

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