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 teethI'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 faceEvery 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 lineI'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 faceI'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 firstI'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 faceGeek stink breath