Throes Of Rejection — текст песни (Pantera)

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.
rejection...The 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.
Rejection...It ain`t a fucking game. My human dick to
blame. A sociopathic plan. Is feeding what I am.
Rejection...Takes life away from eyes. Will give you to
The skies. It makes me more than a man. Is drowning
What I am.