[Instrumental Intro]



[Verse 1]

I'm on a mission, I've made my decision

Lead a path of self-destruction

A slow progression, killing my complexion

And it's rotting out my teeth



[Chorus]

I'm on a roll, no self-control

I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine

Well, don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got

And I'm picking scabs off my face



[Verse 2]

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



[Chorus]

I'm on a roll, no self-control

I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine

Well, don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got

And I'm picking scabs off my face, say!



[Verse 3]

I'm on a mission, I got no decision

Like a cripple running the rat race

Wish in one hand, shit in the other

And see which one gets filled first



[Chorus]

I'm on a roll, no self-control

I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine

Well, don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got

And I'm picking scabs off my face, say!



[Outro]

Geek stink breath!