F.U.C.T. - Overkill

We got the killing, you got the time

We got the making of a terminal blind

We got the risk you got to take

We got the making of a big mistake

Got no faith, got no reason

Got no hope, got the treason

We 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 mess

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 mess

We got the truth, you got the hurt

We got the answer that you just insert

We are explicit, you are exposed

We are the making of the decomposed

Got no faith, got no reason

Got no hope, got the treason

We got the chaos, run amuck

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 mess

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 mess

We are the day, we are the night

We are the stop sign in the road of life

We are the message unreturned

We are the next about to burn

Got no faith, got no reason

Got no hope, got the treason

Change 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 mess

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 mess

All about face, all about face

All about face, all about face