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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
Meth Amphetamine
Don't know what I want
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
Meth Amphetamine
Don't know what I want
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
Meth Amphetamine
Don't know what I want
That's all I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face
Geek... Stink... Breath
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