I'm on a mission I made my decision To 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 comtrol I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine Don't know what I want That's all that 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 found a treasure Filled with sick pleasure And it sits on a thin 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
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