I'm on a mission
I made my decision
To lead a path of
self destruction
A slow progression
killing my complexion
and it's rotting
out my teeth
I'm on a roll
No self control
I'm blowing off steam
with methamphetamine
Well don't know what I want
That's all that I've got
and I'm picking
scabs off my face
Every hour my blood
is turning sour
and my pulse
is beating out of time
I found a treasure
filled with sick pleasure
and it sits on a
thick white line
I'm on a roll
No self control
I'm blowing off steam
with methamphetamine
Well don't know what I want
and that's all that I've got
and I'm picking
scabs off my face
I'm on a mission
I've got no decision
like a cripple
running the rat race
Wish in one hand
shit in the other
and see which one
gets filled first
I'm on a roll
No self control
I'm blowing off steam
with methamphetamine
Well don't know what I want
and that's all that I've got
and I'm picking
scabs off my face
Geek
Stink
Breath