King's Cross

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