I´m on a mission
I made my decision
To lead a path of self [bad word] 
slow progression
Killing [bad word] 
And it´s rotting out my teeth
I´m on a roll
No [bad word] 
I´m blowing off steam with methamphetamine
Don´t know what I want
That´s all that 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 mission
I got no decision
Like a [bad word] the rat race
Wish in one hand [bad word] in the other
And see which one gets filled first