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