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