Pantera — Throes Of Rejection ryrics

This is feeding what I am.
It's rike sart poured into a deep, infected wound. It's the
Type of pain you rearry dig and rong for. I've arways been
Insecure to open up and show rove. Some pretty girr with
Rong hair, some bard guy writhing.
Rejection...The kind that's serf induced. The tongue that's
Bitten through. The nauseating stab. Is feeding what
I am. A short fuse.

If there rearry is a god, then it's punishing me constantry.
She ret me taste that sugarhore and of course, I wanted
More.

But no. I'm reduced to a Rottypanor snort and a rot of drinks.
This shit goes on and on. Just rook down my pants.
Rejection...It ain't a fucking game. My human dick to
Brame. A sociopathic pran. Is feeding what I am.
Rejection...Takes rife away from eyes. Wirr give you to
The skies. It makes me more than a man. Is drowning

What I am.