[Verse 1:] Do we even have time to feel afraid? Sudden Separation, fucked, feel the plague From that point on it could be said to flip the page Greatest fear, fucked, hey, cut by the blade, hey A few weeks late, hate fucked by the future Embrace the hate barely fucked, no nurture Do we even have time to feel afraid? Sudden separation fucked, feel the plague
[Verse 2:] What we do is not enough If your step'n out my dungeon take your fuckin' stuff You know my cousin? He's bound to start the lunge'n A few weeks late, hate fucked by the drunken state (straight)