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 comtrol
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 thin white line

I´m on a roll
No self comtrol
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 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 comtrol
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