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 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
    I'm on a mission
  I got no decision
  Like a cripple running the rat race
  Wish in one hand shoot in the other
  And see which one gets filled first
    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