Text: Green Day. 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 methamphetamine, Don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got and I'm picking scabs off my face. Every hour ,my blood is running sour and my pulse is beating out of time l 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 methamphetamine, Don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got and I'm picking scabs off my face. 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. I'm on a roll, no self control I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine, Don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got and I'm picking scabs off my face. Geek.........Stink..........Breath