I'm on a roll, no self control
And I'm picking scabs off my face
And see which one gets filled first

Geek, stink, breath
I'm on a mission, I got no decision
And I'm picking scabs off my face
And it sits on a thin white line

Don't know what I want, 'cause that's all I've got
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine
A slow progression, killing my complexion

I found a treasure, filled with sick pleasure
Don't know what I want, and that's all I've got
Like a cripple running the rat race
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine
And my pulse is beating out of time
I'm on a roll, no self control
And it's rotting out my teeth
Wish in one hand and shit in the other
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine

I'm on a roll, no self control
Every hour my blood is turning sour

And I'm picking scabs off my face

Don't know what I want, and that's all I've got