Interpret:

Papa Roach

Album:

Infest

I kill the rhyme again 
I'm coming sick and on time again 
Words manifest from deep inside 
Where people hide within 
It's chemical unbalanced on the triple beam, what? 
Fuck what you heard it's about what I seen 
I seen it happen back hand brand to face smackin 
Definite disorder now his mindset is blackened 
The doctors say he got the brain of a murderer 
This rugged style steals your brain 


My heart is bleeding and this pain will not pass 
It's not receding and my body's going numb 
A bad trip child rolling stoned keeping high 
He don't know what he's doing 
He just keep getting by 
Thrown away 
I want to be thrown away 


He's born sick nothing in his hands but his dick 
He couldn't handle pressure he couldn't handle shit 
For the life he was leading 
Led him down the wrong path 
Where guns blast don't give a shit 
About the gods wrath 
Don't want to talk to the counselor Doctor 
To tell'em what real to tell'em what's proper 
The situations unclear like gray 
And I know it gets worse everyday 


I am a mess I've made a huge mess 
I can't control myself 
I'm losing it I've lost it I've spilt all my marbles 
(aaaahh!) 
cause I see you inside of me sometimes 
I want to be thrown away
A hyper spaz and that is me sometimes 
I want to be thrown away 
Thrown away!
Voices in my head, voices in my head 
Don't tell me to do it cause I will, NOOOOOOOOOOOO! 
Don't tell me to do it cause I will, NOOOOOOOOOOOO! 
Last remain! Last remain! Last remain!