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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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I'm on a roll, no self control |
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I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine |
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I don't know what I want, and that's all 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, 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, no self control |
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I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine |
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I don't know what I want, and that's all I've got |
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And I'm picking scabs off my face |
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I'm on a mission, I got no decision |
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Like a cripple running the rat race |
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Wish in one hand and shit in the other |
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And see which one gets filled first |
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I'm on a roll, no self control |
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I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine |
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And I don't know what I want, and that's all I've got |
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And I'm picking scabs off my face |
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