Throes of Rejection - 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

Rejection

The tongue that’s bitten through

Rejection

The nauseating stab

Rejection

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 Rohypnol snort and a lot of drinks

This shit goes on and on, just look down my pants

Rejection

It ain’t a fucking game

Rejection

My human dick to blame

Rejection

A sociopathic plan

Rejection

Is feeding what I am

Rejection

Takes life away from eyes

Rejection

Will give you to the skies

Rejection

It makes me more than a man

Rejection

Is drowning what I am