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Geek Stink Breath
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I'm on a mission
I've made my decision
To lead a path of self destruction
A slow progression
killing my complexion
and it's rotting out my teeth
Chorus :
I'm on a roll
No self control
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine
I 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 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 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
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Geek Stink Breath
Wake up - the house is on fire
And the cat's caught in the dryer!
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