Like a cripple running the rat race
And it's rotting out my teeth
I'm on a roll, no self control
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine
Don't know what I want, 'cause that's all I've got
I'm on a mission, I got no decision
I'm on a roll, no self control
Don't know what I want, and that's all I've got
I found a treasure, filled with sick pleasure
Don't know what I want, and that's all I've got
And see which one gets filled first
And I'm picking scabs off my face
And I'm picking scabs off my face
Wish in one hand and shit in the other
A slow progression, killing my complexion
And I'm picking scabs off my face
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine
And it sits on a thin white line
Every hour my blood is turning sour
And my pulse is beating out of time
I'm on a roll, no self control
