[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)