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 deitiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
