Lyrics:

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 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 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 That 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 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 That I've Got
and I'm Picking Scabs Off My Face

geek... Stink... Breath