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



Got 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 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 be burned



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