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
Meth Amphetamine

Don't know what I want
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
Meth Amphetamine

Don't know what I want
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
Meth Amphetamine

Don't know what I want
That's all I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face

Geek... Stink... Breath


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