Papa Roach - Thrown Away kill the rhyme again, I'm comin' sick and on time again Words manfest from deep inside Where people hide Within it, chemical imbalance On the triple beam 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's got the brain of a murderer This rugged style steals your brain like a burglar CHORUS: My heart is bleeding and this pain will not pass It's not receding my body going numb A bad trip child, rolling stoned, keeping high He don't know what he's doing Go away, I want to be thrown away