Syringe - Raging lyrics

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