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 s**t 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