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Throes Of Rejection
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This is feeding what I am.
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It's like salt poured into a deep, infected wound. It's the
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type of pain you really dig and long for. I've always been
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Insecure to open up and show love. Some pretty girl with
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Long hair, some bald guy writhing.
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rejection...The kind that's self induced. The tongue that's
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Bitten through. The nauseating stab. Is feeding what
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I am. A short fuse.
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If there really is a god, then it's punishing me constantly.
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She let me taste that sugarhole and of course, I wanted
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More.
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But no. I'm reduced to a Rottypanol snort and a lot of drinks.
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This shit goes on and on. Just look down my pants.
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Rejection...It ain't a fucking game. My human dick to
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blame. A sociopathic plan. Is feeding what I am.
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Rejection...Takes life away from eyes. Will give you to
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The skies. It makes me more than a man. Is drowning
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What I am.
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Throes Of Rejection
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