[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)