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
