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