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Burn The Priest Chronic Auditory Hallucination Lyrics

Last updated: 09/15/2005 11:00:00 AM

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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