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 Mour breed is weak, a thing so weak Mutual downslide into mediocrity You knew better, but you pissed it all away Weak