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