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 shit 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