Conquerors of the Useless - Ghostlimb

I thought that disgust running through my veins

Would subside all that rancor piss and vinegar

Through the unqualified litmus test of time

But every man standing next to me

I see only fraud and impunity

Sated and blessed with a fire quenched before it was set

The swollen misfortune and infamed

Breathing heavily with regret and shame

So would I as a thousand-fold Parmenion

Looking for a means to cope

In this culpable malaise

We should have cast that Grecian thing into the sea

While we had a chance