Decay Interlude

Welcome to social decay 
Where the descent into madness takes hold over us 
Little by little everyday
Where the cold tyrants of today mask themselves as the patron saints of tomorrow
There is nothing left to borrow, 
The confidence of the world we see today is left cracked and hollow 
Like the old fortune teller once said, there is no one left to follow
Its the beginning of the end 
And all we are left with is painstaking sorrow