When did this become everyday When i'm expected to show everybody my brains How could i walk around With it splattered all over me What can i say between the shit that i cough up And could i look you in the eyes With my pupils constricted to put through you Is this mess making you beg We ain't all asking the same for change Is this mess making you bed We ain't all begging An orgasm A sneeze Am i the glimpse of a fucking god The small death of escaping Only to be born a hero