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