F# E F# E I'm on a mission, I've made my decision Lead a path of self-destruction A slow progression, killing my complexion And it's rotting out my teeth Chorus: A E A E I'm on a roll, no self control A E A E I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine, F# E Don't know what I want, F# E and that's all that I've got F# E F# 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 Chorus: I'm on a roll, no self-control I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine Well, don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got And I'm picking scabs off my face, say! I'm on a mission, I got no decision Like a cripple running the rat race Wish in one hand, shit in the other And see which one gets filled first Chorus: I'm on a roll, no self-control I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine Well, don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got And I'm picking scabs off my face, say! Geek stink breath! | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA E F# |