I´m on a mission
I made my decision
To lead 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 of steam with
Neth 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 thick white line
I´m on a mission
I got no decision like a cripple
Running the rat race
Wish in one hand and shit in the other
And see wich one gets filled first