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