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