King's Cross

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