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,
Don't know what I want, and 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 thick white line.


I'm on a roll, no self control,
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine,
Don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got,
And I'm picking scabs off my face.

I'm on a mission, I've 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 control,
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine,
Don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got,
And I'm picking scabs off my face.

Geek....stink....breath!