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

　　breath