Select language to translate this lyric
Iâm that bead of sweat on your bald head
Iâm the fog in your glasses
Iâm the heavy breath in your lungs
And iâm 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 wasnât there
I was god and the sewage treatment that crawled up into your womb
tell me what it was like as a kid so youâll be easier to scoop
and your feet are so tiny theyâd never fit in my shoes
oh god it dizzies me so
I was the one that stuck you to the sheets
donât roll the wrong way
I wouldnât wanna wake that sleepyhead
we all work through our own demons we all work through our own deities