Geek Stink Breath

I'm on a mission, I made my decision

To lead a path to 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

And 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 roll

No self control

I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine

Well, don't know what I want

And that's all that I've got

And I'm picking scabs off my face

I'm on a mission, I got no decision

Just a cripple running the rat race

Wish in one hand and shit in the other

And see which one gets filled first

I'm on a roll

No self control

I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine

Well, don't know what I want

And that's all that I've got

And I'm picking scabs off my face

Geek

Stink

Breath