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