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
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

No self control
I'm blowing off steam 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've got no decision
Like a cripple running the rat race

Wish in one hand %#@! 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

Don't know what I want
That's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face