Interpret:

Papa Roach

Album:

Old Friends from Young Years

I try 
I lie 
Someone's sphincter in my eye 
Kick it with that rebel cat and 
I want it to be that I'm feeling slightly down 
I'm looking up from the ground 
While confusion strains my mind 
I contemplate this time 
Thinking about a future 
Hemming it with a suture 
Dog shitting on the sign could the head below be 
mine 
Remember the palms 
Orange drive is where these palms lie 
Making me sick 
Making me want to get high under the palms