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