Too bad I don't care about lyrics or brains
You wandered off now you're further too late
You're in a pit full of raging despair
Feelin so heated I'm singing my hair
Loving every f**in second of this sh**
Thinkin everything all peachy in this b**h
Haven't even gone ballistic
Every f**in day I'm sick of it
Any day wake up, the same sh**
Imma take everything from you b**h
Ringe do not know how to f**in chill
Better off giving me sugar pills
Better off k**ing me quick
Better off keeping me sick
Better off being not born
Better off with your head torn
Better off wearing a crown of thorns
Better off with your body scorn
Better off running to Satan
Run to me run to me, darling
What is a world to love?
What is a woman to hug?
What is a planet in God's hand?
More to life, than some f**in xans