Thrown Away 1 by Papa Roach Lyrics
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 like a burglar
My heart is bleeding
And this pain it 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 keeps getting by
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 God's wrath
Don't want to talk to the counselor, doctor
To tell 'em what's real
To tell 'em what's proper
Situation's unclear like gray
And I know it gets worse everyday
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 away
Thrown away
I want to be thrown away
(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
'Cause I see you
Inside of me
Sometimes I want
To be thrown away
'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
(Voices in my head)
(Voices in my head)
Don't tell me to do it 'cause I will, no
(Voices in my head)
Don't tell me to do it 'cause I will, no
(Voices in my head)
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 like a burglar
My heart is bleeding
And this pain it 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 keeps getting by
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 God's wrath
Don't want to talk to the counselor, doctor
To tell 'em what's real
To tell 'em what's proper
Situation's unclear like gray
And I know it gets worse everyday
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 away
Thrown away
I want to be thrown away
(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
'Cause I see you
Inside of me
Sometimes I want
To be thrown away
'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
(Voices in my head)
(Voices in my head)
Don't tell me to do it 'cause I will, no
(Voices in my head)
Don't tell me to do it 'cause I will, no
(Voices in my head)