Under The Surface Of Fading Fame

Truly he's a god
Truly he's a fraud
Look at his life
Look at his wife

Underneath the surface
Of wasted life and time
Lies a proud man
Not broken or beat

He breaths his last breaths
Smokes his last smoke
He knows his time is up
But he needs that one last shot

And now he lies again
This time with shame
Friends who were there
Are now all just memories

That horrible trip
That horrible storm
Guess the faith
Wanted to break him

It was he who said
"I am the lord
Thy savior
And I say we fly"

But Karma bites
And it did
He's the soul survivor
Yet he's dead inside

Sadly he goes
Without his foes
Into his grave
Without looking back