Green Day
Insomniac (1995) - Lyrics

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

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 thick white line



I'm on a
roll

No self control

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



I'm on a mission

I've 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



I'm on a roll

No self
control

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