F.U.C.K.E.D.

Creep on the knife edge of chance
Take one step right, straight in two
And if your lucky it'll go sharp side to your head

Your fucked at the chance of life, numb from the neck up
You'll be lucky if you find you wake up dead
Your wasted, your nothing, exiled within you own fucking mind
Skull full of excretion, voice full of shit
Your body is desecrated but there's not a scratch on it
The temple is crumbling, because it's worn by you

Misery in the world
You won't see deep misery

Creep on the knife edge of chance
Take one step right, you will die

Fucking uniforms can kill every day
Take your head out you arse
We won't suffer your mind gutter