green day
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 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 thick white line  I'm on a roll No self control 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  I'm on a mission I've 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 methamphetamine Don't know what I want That's all that I've got And I'm picking scabs off my face