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
Well, don't know what I want
And that's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face
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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
No self-control
I'm blowing off steam with
Methamphetamine
Well, don't know what I want
And that's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face
Lyric provided by http://www.sortmusic.com
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
Well, don't know what I want
And that's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face
Geek... stink... breath!
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