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 comtrol
 I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine
 Don't know what I want
 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 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