The 5th and final track from Papa Roach's 1998 EP, 5 Tracks Deep. Don't be fooled by the silence at the end, the outro to this track is absolutely hilarious.

Lyrics:
I kill the rhyme again
I'm comin' sick and on time again
Words manifest from deep inside where people hide within
It's chemical
Inbalanced on the triple beam
What?
Fuck what ya 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 yo brain like a burglar

My heart is bleeding
This pain it will not pass
It's not receeding
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
Nothin' in his hands but his dick
He couldn't handle pressure
He couldn't handle shit
For the life he was leadin'
Led him down the wrong path
Where guns blast
Don't give a shit about the god's wrath
Dont wanna talk to the counselor doctor
To tell em' what's real
Or tell em' what's proper
The situation unclear I pray
And I know it gets worse everyday

My heart is bleeding
This pain it will not pass
It's not receeding
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

Away
Thrown away
I wanna 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!!

*unintelligible screaming*

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)
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!
Now!
(Voices in my head)

*Singer Jacoby speaking to drummer Dave Buckner*

Tight like anus Dave.
*random noises*

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