Could this be a feeling I am feeling?
I shouldn't have had to suffer this indignity
We have become prosthesis gods, addicted to authority
Stains on the name of God: I read them on the ceiling
Hang your head in recollection of the day
A token of love, an appeasment strategy
In all likelihood, didn't need the excuse to roll over
Begging for food
Begging for truth
Begging for blood
Conviction of a dim presentiment
Salvation merged into the influence
But I possess so much self-control
To take up the position as an alpha male
A gaggle of followers
I don't care for their social displays
In front of some altar
They cannot even retain their own names
Here in my bed as the time drips on
They walk in and out, changing papers
I present my buttocks
The light is mild, the room is warm
I don't work
I don't love
I can barely be said to exist at all
On certain evenings, I felt sympathy
But it was blunted all those years ago
Lying here at the end of all my struggles now
I hate the one that I've become dependent on
Conviction of a dim presentiment
Salvation merged into the influence
But I possess so much self-control
To step into position as an alpha male
I change my mind again
About the methods behind the mischief
No one should be subjected to indignity
That's why I'll make sure to keep a hidden stash of pills
Conviction of a dim presentiment
Salvation merged into the influence
But I possess so much self-control
I don't deserve to be the alpha male
On certain evenings, I felt sympathy
But it was blunted all those years ago
Lying here at the end of all my struggles now
I hate the one that I've become dependent on

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