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 fuckin second of this shit Thinkin everything all peachy in this bitch Haven't even gone ballistic Every fuckin day I'm sick of it Any day wake up, the same shit Imma take everything from you bitch Ringe do not know how to fuckin chill Better off giving me sugar pills Better off killing 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 fuckin xans