Texty: Antimatter. Lights Out.

[Patterson]

So you made it? Shame you had to fake it..
So you feigned the way? You're a fucking disgrace to the name..

So you reaped what I had sown?
Scattered ashed blown into the unknown,
While you were selling my soul, cold..


Black lies failing... forging sound..
Lights out as you hit the ground.