Overkill - F.U.C.T. [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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
We got the chaos, run amuck
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 burn

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, all about face
All about face, all about face