Letra de F.U.C.T.
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