im that bead of sweat on your bald head im the fog in your glasses im the heavy breath in your lungs and im 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 wasnt there i was god and the sewage treatment that crawled up into your womb tell me what it was like as a kid so youll be easier to scoop and your feet are so tiny theyd never fit in my shoes oh god it dizzies me so i was the one that stuck you to the sheets dont roll the wrong way i wouldnt wanna wake that sleepyhead we all work through our own demons we all work through our own deities