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