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 i've got, and i', picking scabs
Off my face. Every hour,
My blood is turning sour
And my pulse is beating
I found a treasure, filled with sick pleasure
And it sits on a thick white line
I'm on a mission
Igot 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