Syringe
Too bad I don't care about lyrics or brains
You wandered off, now you're feeling too late
You're in a pit full of raging despair
Feeling so heated, I'm switching my head up
Loving every fucking second of this shit
Thinking everything all peachy in this bitch
Haven't even gone ballistic
Every fucking day I'm sick of it
Every day wake up, the same shit
I'mma take everything from you, bitch
'Ringe do not know how to fucking 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 fucking xans
Don't want to sleep I feel so nauseous
