Withering away
In their individual hells
Losing every hand
With their individual tells
Long before I pass and fade
They will fall and be forgotten
Till their festering remains are found
In their individual cells
Flesh and food
And smoke and praise
Hollow words that carry pain
Syllables of fantasy
They **** them one and all
But they can't touch me
The shackles that they don
Exist inside their minds
But they bind them all for real
Because they willingly deceive themselves
Forgotten they will be
By all except for me
I am the witness to their glory
And the herald of their fall.