text: Im on a mission, Ive made my decision
  Lead a path of self-destruction
  A slow progression, killing my complexion
  And its rotting out my teeth
  Im on a roll, no self-control
  Im blowing off steam with methamphetamine
  Well, dont know what I want, and thats all that Ive got
  And Im 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
  Im on a roll, no self-control
  Im blowing off steam with methamphetamine
  Well, dont know what I want, and thats all that Ive got
  And Im picking scabs off my face, say!
  Im 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
  Im on a roll, no self-control
  Im blowing off steam with methamphetamine
  Well, dont know what I want, and thats all that Ive got
  And Im picking scabs off my face, say!
  Geek stink breath!