I’m on a roll

I'm on a mission
I made my decision
To lead a path of self distruction
A slow progression
Killing my complexion
And it's rotting out of my teeth

I'm on a roll
With no self control
I'm blowing myself with
Methamphetamine
Don't know what I want
That's all thatI'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 mission
I got no decision
Like a cripple running the rat race
Wish in one hand
And sh*t in the other
And see which one gets filled first

Geek, stink, breath