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

I don't know what I want, and that's all 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 thin white line



I'm on a roll, no self control

I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine

I don't know what I want, and that's all I've got

And I'm picking scabs off my face



I'm on a mission, I got no decision

Like a cripple running the rat race

Wish in one hand and 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

And I don't know what I want, and that's all I've got

And I'm picking scabs off my face



Geek stink breath