Papa Roach
"Thrown Away (Original Version)"


I kill the rhyme again
I'm coming sick and on time again
Words manifest from deep inside
Where people hide within
It chemical unbalanced
On the triple beam
Fuck what you heard
Its about what I seen
I seen it happen back
Hand brand to face smackin
Definite disorder now his mindest is blackened
The doctors say hes got the brain of a murderer
This rugged style
Steals you brain like a burglar
My heart is bleeding
And this pain will not pass
Its not receding
My body going numb
A bad trip child
Rolling stoned
Keeping high
He don't know what he's doing
He just keep getting by
Go away
I want to be thrown away
Born sick
Nothing in his hands but his dick
He couldn't handle the pressure
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 couselor Dr.
To tell em what's real
Tell em what's proper
The situations unclear 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
Eat a bowl of fuck
Cause I see you inside of me
Sometimes I want to be thrown away
A hyper spaz and that is we
Sometimes I want to be
Thrown away
Voices in my head