Geek Stink Breath

I'm on a mission
I made my decision to lead a path of self-destruction
c slow progression killing my complexion
cnd it's rotting out my teeth

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

Every hour my blood is turning sour
cnd my pulse is beating out of time
I found a treasure filled with sick pleasure
cnd it sits on a thin white line

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

I'm on a mission
I've got no decision like a cripple runnin' a rat race
Wish in one hand, shit in the other
cnd see which one gets filled first

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

Geek
Stink
Breath