Testo di 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 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