It feels comforting Apathetic until a situation reaches a point of extreme despair Merciless, the story goes and it feels great to never really be here I am morally culpable And you only have the slightest idea Paranoid about the evolution of my feelings Or lack there of, could take I'm a walking contradiction So I lick the nipples of perfection Turn around and bury my face in the belly of the beast Or wherever I think it belongs the most