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
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 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
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 Geek!
 Stink!
 Breath!