Lamb Of God Lyrics

7. Chronic Auditory Hallucination

Performed as Burn The Priest

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.

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