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

Meth Amphetamine



Don't know what I want

That's all 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 roll

No self control

I'm blowing off steam with

Meth Amphetamine



Don't know what I want

That's all I've got

And I'm picking scabs off my face



I'm on a mission

I got no decision like a cripple

Running the rat race



Wish in one hand and 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

Meth Amphetamine



Don't know what I want

That's all I've got

And I'm picking scabs off my face



Geek... Stink... Breath