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 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 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