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.