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
