Pantera – Throes of Rejection
This is feeding what I am
It´s like salt poured into a deep, infected wound it´s the
Type of pain you really dig and long for I´ve always been
Insecure to open up and show love some pretty girl with
Long hair, some bald guy writhing
Rejectionthe kind that´s self induced the tongue that´s
Bitten through the nauseating stab is feeding what
I am a short fuse
If there really is a god, then it´s punishing me constantly
She let me taste that sugarhole and of course, I wanted
More
But no I´m reduced to a rottypanol snort and a lot of drinks
This shit goes on and on just look down my pants
Rejectionit ain´t a fucking game my human dick to
Blame a sociopathic plan is feeding what I am
Rejectiontakes life away from eyes will give you to
The skies it makes me more than a man is drowning
What I am