I'm on a mission I made my decision Lead a path of self-destruction A slow progression Killing my complexion And it's rotting out my teeth (Chorus) I'm on a roll No self-control I'm blowing off steam With methamphetamine Don't know what I want And it's all that I 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 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