11 - Geek Stink Breath (live from Saitama-Shi, Japan)
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 comtrol 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 cripple running the rat race Wish in one hand shit in the other And see which one gets filled first