Geek Stink Breath

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 control I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine I don't know what I want, and that's all 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 control I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine I don't know what I want, and that's all 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 and shit in the other And see which one gets filled first I'm on a roll, no self control I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine And I don't know what I want, and that's all I've got And I'm picking scabs off my face Geek stink breath