Geek stink breath
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 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