I’m that bead of sweat on your bald head
I’m the fog in your glasses
I’m the heavy breath in your lungs
And i’m in the corner as you grunt like a pig
I can feel every thrust slide through
I was the one that threw my head back when it fit it
I was the cloth that hit the floor
So you could take that kid, put the small finger over her mouth
I was the feverish one that locked the door behind
I was the virgin that wasn’t there
I was god and the sewage treatment that crawled up into your womb
Tell me what it was like as a kid so you’ll be easier to scoop
And your feet are so tiny they’d never fit in my shoes
Oh god it dizzies me so
I was the one that stuck you to the sheets
Don’t roll the wrong way
I wouldn’t wanna wake that sleepyhead
We all work through our own demons we all work through our own deities
