Grunt Like a Pig

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