Chronic Auditory Hallucination

Picking crumbs from the beards of others, Futile organisms with no spine. Human lice with no spine slips into a neural wreck of humanity's rot. Trust ripping away, dying. Your breed is weak, the taste of strength bitter to Your palate of doubt. A remnant of what was, once left, A relic you pissed it away. Your breed is weak, A thing so weak. Mutual downslide into mediocrity, You knew better but you pissed it all away. Weak. --- Chronic Auditory Hallucination - Burn the Priest