Geek Stink Breath

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 control
I'm blowing off steam
With Meth Amphetamine

Well don't know what I want
Well, 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 Meth Amphetamine

Well don't know what I want
Well, that's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face

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

I'm on a roll
No self control
I'm blowing off steam
With Meth Amphetamine

Well don't know what I want
Well, that's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face

Geek
Stink
Breath

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