I＇m on a mission

I made my decision

To lead a path of self distruction

A slow progression

Killing my complexion

And it＇s rotting out of my teeth

I＇m on a roll

With no self control

I＇m blowing myself with

Methamphetamine

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

With no self control

I＇m blowing myself with

Methamphetamine

Don＇t know what I want

That＇s all that 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

With no self control

I＇m blowing myself with

Methamphetamine

Don＇t know what I want

That＇s all that I＇ve got

And I＇m picking scabs off my face

Geek,

stink,

breath