Chronic Auditory Hallucination

Lyrics

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