Interpret:

Papa Roach

Album:

Old Friends from Young Years

I lie so you lie 
But I think we've lied too many times 
Hit the ceiling of our sky 
Why bother my other and call for another 
Opposite side 
I will freak out and come back 
Not gone far enough 
I know that I and you will 
Sit as a picture 
Gerber bottle is fixture 
To the fit he was living 
Was blown 
Captain of motherland 
Laughed on by brother's hand 
Gotta make that hook-up to come through 
You didn't know you got lied to 
Hit the ceiling of the sky 
You thought you could fly 
But your wings are made of wax 
I cannot see you 
You cannot see me 
Cause you're high 
You're too good of a person