F.U.C.T. Lyrics

We got the killing
You got the time
We got the making of a terminal blindWe got the risk
You got to take
We got the making of a big mistakeGot no faith
Got no reason
Got no hope
Got the treasonWe got the hit already took
Hate to tell you
But I think you're F.U.C.T.All about face, all about life
All about walking the edge of the knife
All about race, all about death
All about getting out of this messAll about face, all about life
All about walking the edge of the knife
All about race, all about death
All about getting out of this messWe got the truth
You got the hurt
We got the answer that you just insertWe are explicit

You are exposed
We are the making of the decomposedGot no faith
Got no reason
Got no hope
Got the treasonGot the chaos, run amok
Bite down hard
You're about to be F.U.C.T.All about face, all about life
All about walking the edge of the knife
All about race, all about death
All about getting out of this messAll about face, all about life
All about walking the edge of the knife
All about race, all about death
All about getting out of this messWe are the day
We are the night
We are the stop sign in the road of lifeWe are the message
Unreturned
We are the next about to be burnedGot no faith
Got no reason
Got no hope
Got the treasonChange your mind, change your look
Change your heart
Now you're F.U.C.T.All about face, all about life
All about walking the edge of the knife
All about race, all about death
All about getting out of this messAll about face, all about life
All about walking the edge of the knife
All about race, all about death
All about getting out of this mess
All about face