OZYMANDIAS(α)

[Intro]
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert… Near them, on the sand
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed

[Verse 1]
Without your victims there is nothing to keep you high
Your throne of corpses needs a steady supply
Your hollow words are not a sharp enough knife
To protect you from the coming tide

[Chorus]
O, Ozymandias
Your well is running dry
There is no one left
To believe your lies

[Interlude]
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"

[Verse 2]
One, two, three, four
You'll be remembered for nothing
But the pain you've caused
All that's in your wake is scars
The only thing you leave is scars

[Chorus]
O, Ozymandias
Your well is running dry
There is no one left
To believe your lies
O, Ozymandias
How can you be surprised?
Even your sycophants
Are opening their eyes

[Outro]
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away