Geek Stink Breath

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!