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. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/burn_the_priest/chronic_auditory_hallucination.html ]