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