Ghostlimb - Conquerors of the Useless lyrics

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