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1. I'm on a mission, I made my decision
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to lead a path of self destruction.
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A slow progression, killing my complexion
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and it's rotting out my teeth.
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R: I'm on a roll, no self control
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I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine,
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Don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got
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and I'm picking scabs off my face.
2. 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
R: I'm on a roll...
3. I'm on a mission, I've got no decision
to lead a path of self destruction,
Wish in one hand, shit in the other
and see which one gets filled first.
R: I'm on a roll...
