| Song | Chronic Auditory Hallucination |
| Artist | Lamb of God |
| Album | Burn the Priest |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. |