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 I'm on a roll No self control I'm blowing off steam with Methamphetamine Well don't know what I want but That's all 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've 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 blowing off steam with Methamphetamine I'm on a mission I got no decision Like a cripple running the rat race