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I'm on a mission, I've made my decision
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 blowin' off steam with methamphetamine
Well, don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got
And I'm pickin' 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 blowin' off steam with methamphetamine
Well, don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got
And I'm pickin' scabs off my face
I'm on a mission, I got no decision
Like a cripple running the rat race
A wish in one hand, shit in the other
And see which one gets filled first
I'm on a roll, no self-control
I'm blowin' off steam with methamphetamine
Well, don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got
And I'm pickin' scabs off my face
Geek!
Stink!
Breath!
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