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
Don't know what I want
And it's all that I 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 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