Geek Stink Breath
I'm on a missionI made my decisionTo lead a path of self destructionA slow progressionKilling my complexionAnd it's rotting out my teeth
I'm on a rollNo self controlI'm blowing off steam with methamphetamineDon't know what I wantThat's all that I've gotAnd I'm picking scabs off my face
Every hour my blood is turning sourAnd my pulse is beating out of timeI found a treasurefilled with sick pleasureAnd it sits on a thick white line
I'm on a rollNo self controlI'm blowing off steam with methamphetamineDon't know what I wantThat's all that I've gotAnd I'm picking scabs off my face
I'm on a missionI've got no decisionLike a cripple running the rat raceWish in one hand shit in the otherAnd see which one gets filled first
I'm on a rollNo self controlI'm blowing off steam with methamphetamineDon't know what I wantThat's all that I've gotAnd I'm picking scabs off my face